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Deborah Guzzi travels for inspiration: China, Nepal [during the civil war], Japan, Egypt [two weeks before ‘The Arab Spring’], and most recently Peru. First published at the age of sixteen, she writes articles for Massage and Aroma Therapy Magazines. Her poetry has been accepted in the Literary Journals of Western CT. University, Inclement Magazine, Pyrokinections, Jellyfish Whispers, Grey Wolf’s Summer Legends Anthology, The Germ, Wilderness Literary Review, The Anthology Sweet Dreams & Night Terrors, Bitterzoet Magazine, haiku journal, Contemporary Haibun Online, Bella on line, The Autumn Sound, Eskimo Pie, and Ribbons, The Inwood Indiana Review, Five Poetry, Tanka Society of America Journal, and 50 haiku. She has published two illustrated volumes of poetry, The Healing Heart and Heaven and Hell in a Nutshell.


The LAST Jewel in the Crown the 7th Sonnet


Blog Posted:2/5/2014 10:16:00 AM

Crown of Sonnets,


The first line is repeated as the last line of the 7th. sonnet;
These will be MODERN SONNETS, 14 lines, 10 syllables per line

abab cdcd efef gg/ I want flow but strict meter is not necessary.
[we'll try 3 at a time & pick what works best] blend your writing style with Caleb's.

REMEMBER big Boy & Girl Pants On

1. Caleb
2. Charles Henderson
3. James Goff
4. Isaiah Zerbst
5. Roy Jerden
6. Carrie Richards, 
7. Eileen Ghali, Sarah Kendrick & Dane Ann Smith Johnson

Everyone who tries will rank 2nd, the 7 in the crown will get a first place.

Then if others want to write a sonnet till we get to 35 I will rank them 3- 10.


Stone in the Cold


#1 C. S.

Through the north woods I come, my bow in hand,
a man of stealth shadowed who can be bold.

My eyes hunt, take a reckon of the land,

look into the hollows, constant and cold.

My companion's solitude, still as stone.

I am the seeker of winds, and of scent,

by the trees yonder, I wait not alone;

my aim is true, and my purpose unbent.

Yet, death does not bring a smile to my lips,

nor a lift unto this wayfaring heart;

in grief I am fed, from silence I sip,

and from the old wood, I shall never part.

Caleb am I, a hunter true, and I pursue

a life that no death can ever undo.


#2 C. H.

A life that no death can ever undo,

for there are portals I've yet to find.

Hidden life in the green, I wish to pursue,

oh, the secrets of life and death entwine.

I search and search, I will know no defeat.

Each corner turned will find new paths to tread.

The deer or the bear, the fox that I meet

will reveal the secrets of life not death.

So, let the wood talk, hear what it reveals.

Riddle its meanings there to be understood.

The less armor worn, we brandish or wield,

higher truth follows our message of good.

Come into the woods as in days of youth,

we still face the test of absolute truth.


#3 J. G.

We still face the test of absolute truth,

the night's coming fast, I travel unheard.

The reverence I feel, was born in youth,

tempered by sage, burnt offerings for birds.

Tormented by brambles whose thorns I collect

I come to remains of struggles long gone,

feathers and crushed bone, on these I reflect.

I'm hoping once more, my arms are still strong.

A pine marten scurries, close to my step,

the sweet scent of birch gum, his claws unearth.

My arrow's still sheathed, for creeks I have leapt.

though I grow cold, my spirit is re-birthed.

Tracks at the creek, the water I savor

the brush moves, my aim must never waver.


#4 Isaiah Z

The brush moves, my aim must never waver;

with the strengthened arms, I bend my bow of yew:

my eyes pierce the brush, intent to savor

the sights of a good hunt, an arrow true.

The bracken parts, with rattling, empty sighs.

My draw fingers quake from the constant chill.

My quarries' breath floats to the clouded sky;

my own breath's muffled as I track my kill.

Overhead, an arrow in deadly arc

speeds toward the bear I'm seeking, still as stone;

a shadow moves, the arrow strikes its mark.

The hand that looses the shaft is not my own.

I am a man shadowed; death comes knocking:

The hunter hunted; the past comes a stalking.


#5 Roy

The hunter hunted, the past comes stalking

as three men in the high grasses arise.

Sworn enemies all, my skill they're mocking.

They wounded the bear; now they want the prize.

I load, I aim, I pull, my arrow flies

one enemy down, the others advance

I round the bear and turn toward their eyes

my buck knife out, I fight on in a trance.

My senses heightened, I exult in pain

So crisp each forest leaf and grassy blade.

So fresh the air, and wet each drop of rain.

Three are down and the bear lies in the glade.

A deathly still descends upon these lands.

Ahead, the bear in sudden motion stands.


#6 C. R.


Ahead, the bear in sudden motion stands.

with a surge of strength not fevered by fear

A force wells inside, I must take command

In grim confrontation, respect, I share.

The bear, uncontrolled, with impetuous roar:

smolders with passion, swings his bloody head

from thundering bellows his outrage soars

out through the woods into which he has fled.

I slip haphazard through deaths devious plan.

I kneel to the damp of crimson drenched ground.

My survival aided by my own two hands

I rise to face night as darkness surrounds.

The wild's full of creatures, stealthy and bold

I must build a shelter, to fight the cold.


Last sonnet, SONNET 7 Sara


I must build a shelter, to fight the cold.
Solitude coupled with loneliness fall
The need to survive musters up strength bold
Surveying surroundings demands my all

The chill of winter enters my heart's core
Fear wants to settle within my tired chest
There's a strong rock to shelter from the boars
Strength surges to my feet which seek their rest

Limbs, sticks, pine cones gathered to keep the flame
Jerky and trail mix feed hunger's desire
Rest tired soul your foe handled without shame
Dream of conquered foe while tending the fire

Dawn sends me on my way, a stronger man
Through the north woods I come, my bow in hand.  

Here is 1 way the downed men can be handled,

the ends can be tied & in many ways I'm sure.

#7

I must build a shelter, to fight the cold.
Still, out are the poachers who brought the fight.
Yonder smoke rises a joy to behold
a cabin with a blaze, warmth for the night.

Wolves howl on the wind, I think of the men
hoping they've all risen and left now
But glad to have gotten away from them
I lope toward the lit window aglow.

A door opens and I welcomed right in
my son had been searching for me, I'm told.
The heat of the fire, dry clothes from kin
an earnest call to the forest patrol.

With mornings light I report in as planned
Through the north woods I come, my bow in hand.



REMEMBER the action has come to a close we're taking him home.


Ok here's where we are; Caleb [who we have naked with a muffler, a bow quill, a buck knife & a fire starter -nice look by the way hubba hubba] in the North woods, there are ferns, thorns, birch trees, deer, bear, fox, & pine martins.

He only kills for FOOD. But, Roy has him in a self defense situation. 3 enemies are down [out of the fight for now - not sure if they are totally incapacitated, will revive, or dead] The bear is wounded. [We don't know if it's a mortal wound.] It's cold enough to see your breath [so like 32? degrees Fahrenheit] cold, wet. Since Jimbo did a burnt offering, he has matches - probably in his quiver? We don't know the time of day but to see shadows it is day.

so from verse 1-5 we had him stand, think, observe, load his bow, shoot down 1 man grab his buck knife [I guess he dropped the bow BUT the quiver is still attached to him] fight to incapacitate 2 more men around the body of a wounded bear & the bear alone REVIVES.

What does the naked hunter do now, what time of day is it? He must be freezing? hungry? thirsty? TIRED? and alone in the North woods. [Apparently he didn't get wounded at all during all this?] IT'S DARK ... HE NEEDS SHELTER OR A WAY OUT FAST

BE VERY SENSORY STAY IN FIRST PERSON PRESENT TENSE

STAY IN CHARACTER


The is Caleb, the place is simply the North woods, the man thinks...thinks.. he is being shadowed night is falling [how does he react to the night coming on when he thinks he is being shadowed?] no mention is made yet of how far from home he is or what his
supplies are, does he have a camp set up? does he have to set a camp up with dark coming on? He's too far in the woods to get home now before full dark. Is there an old hunters cabin or a hunters platform he can go to? where the water? What's he eating? Is he cold? Perhaps there is no shadow perhaps he has a fever mounting? [no fantasy or magic, a real person in real time, who hunts to put food on his table not for sport a woodsman who has hunted since he was a child]

ENJOY


Cyndi's Present to Caleb


Ahead, the bear in sudden motion stands…

Again we breathe and upon the earth spar,

I, Caleb, know how a night can expand

for I faced Ursa Major, far from stars.


Sagittarius and Libra lay still

and the mighty Centaur would rear no more,

but this bear lives on and forever will,

shining its white fangs in a soundless roar.


The woods were real and the rain I recall,

I morn for the loss of both flesh and bone,

even clouds are moved, even the moon crawls

But for all time I'm forbidden to roam.


Earth was mine; I damned each constellation

when ancient ones renamed me Orion.


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  1. Date: 2/6/2014 3:53:00 PM
    No word from Dane Ann yet I may try to call her later. I am going to list the Contest as soon as we pick verse 7. Here's what I want you to do Title your Poem Stone Cold - Sonnet 1, Stone Cold, Sonnet 2 etc. for the folks would won the number one spots in the crown - for the sonnets not chosen for the Crown title Your Poems Stone Cold - Sonnet 2 Runner Up, Stone Cold - Sonnet 3 Runner Up [This way folks can READ THEM IN ORDER & ..... drumroll ;) oh I'm so smart LOL

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    Johnson Avatar Joyce Johnson Date: 2/8/2014 11:06:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Am I a runner up #2 or 3? You must be very tired. Joyce
    MacMillan Avatar Cyndi MacMillan Date: 2/6/2014 6:15:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    I loved those books! They were fantasies, dungeons and dragons... adventure books..I'd try every avenue... much fun... great idea!
    Guzzi Avatar Debbie Guzzi Date: 2/6/2014 3:55:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    You can chose to read ANY version of verse 2, any version of verse 3 etc. and get a feeling for if they would have flowed better if we'd taken a different plot direction - there used to be kids book like this should be FUN!!
  1. Date: 2/6/2014 12:17:00 PM
    Amazing sonnets to accompany Caleb's poem. I feel dumb struck by all the talent we have on the Soup! I love the length of these verses; also greatly enjoythe gift write by Cyndi. A wonderfully clever idea, congratulations to you as well, Debs!

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    MacMillan Avatar Cyndi MacMillan Date: 2/6/2014 6:28:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks :D I managed to read through this... (long story)... I had a hard time with some of it, but most was fine. I may play with my sonnet, rework 90 percent and send it off...
  1. Date: 2/6/2014 10:11:00 AM
    Sara LOOOOVE your closing couplet!

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  1. Date: 2/6/2014 9:53:00 AM
    I'm going to start a pool, Bet. LOL.. I am fairly sure you'll never host another crown party... but I am laying odds you'll be teaching here on soup sometime in the next year... cause it's in your DNA... like when I wrote my sonnet for Caleb (yah, you called it. It was really ONLY for HIM) You'll say, nuh uh, never again...what deal with you lot? Pull out more hair? Oh, lol, but then you'll see a need, feel that "calling" and off you'll go... showing showing showing... or your head will blow up. LOL.. You know, the others are going to say, those two! Like watching the waltons on steroids. hugs!!!!!

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  1. Date: 2/5/2014 8:51:00 PM
    Don't know who did the last one for the crown, but it is pretty nice!

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    MacMillan Avatar Cyndi MacMillan Date: 2/6/2014 9:48:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    I'm looking forward to reading Sarah's as well and Dane Ann's... and I know that Bet is looking forward to a double shot of something other than from a gun and her feet up, eyes closed, icepack on her head, muttering, "never again." Until, of course, the next time she becomes inspired... and she will (Dee ducks. Duck Dee quack quack)
    Goff Avatar James Marshall Goff Date: 2/6/2014 7:32:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    the only thing i see...not that big a deal...the line....still out are the.....a bit rocky? hope no-ones upset by my analysis, i love you all!
    Goff Avatar James Marshall Goff Date: 2/6/2014 7:29:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Yes!
  1. Date: 2/5/2014 7:32:00 PM
    Hi Deb :) Did you write that sonnet up above? It is very nice.

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    MacMillan Avatar Cyndi MacMillan Date: 2/5/2014 9:15:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    ;) Bet, I'll explain later.. after this is all done. Okay? You are tired, stressed and I'll leave it rest.. lol FOR NOW. But later, okay, in a week or two, I'll clarify. I like the sonnet.
    Guzzi Avatar Debbie Guzzi Date: 2/5/2014 8:51:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    yup I did to show how the loose ends which were bothering Dee created by introducing 3 men who are now on the ground could be dealt with - I don't think we as the readers should even care BUT it is possible to deal with it.
  1. Date: 2/5/2014 6:34:00 PM
    Sarah is going to write ...

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  1. Date: 2/5/2014 5:01:00 PM
    Deb...Hi. I find this task daunting. I see the name of two others there with mine for this LAST SONNET. I gladly conceded to one of the other ladies. I haven't been following this because, to be honest....I have no killer instinct in me! I'm vegetarian, for crying out loud! ;) Also...as for survival instincts....nada. I get lost on my own. I will graciously bow out. Cop out? Perhaps...I think I'm way over my head on this one. Build a shelter....is he naked, is he not....bear all bloody...gruesome...he's hacked two people...Caleb...one of my fav guys? Too much of a stretch for my imagination. Sorry to disappoint you! Give me love and romance, and I'd be a real contender! Great work so far! :)

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    MacMillan Avatar Cyndi MacMillan Date: 2/5/2014 7:55:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Eileen, check the contest page in about 3 hours. I have witnesses... lol... I see you my pretty, and your little dog, too. Love and Romance? Coming right atcha. Real contenders will be needed...
    Guzzi Avatar Debbie Guzzi Date: 2/5/2014 6:03:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    he's fought with three men, one was hit with an arrow 2 he fought with fist & knife, nothing says they're dead, they DOWN/stopped/unconscious, it's all over Eileen, now the hunter must leave to find shelter & return home - if you don't want to try fine, we'll miss and have missed the value of your input.
  1. Date: 2/5/2014 3:20:00 PM
    Somehow the summation is going to need to clear up why these men tried to hurt Caleb and why if this is real, not fantasy, he would kill men and then just go about his business... UM??? Editors call this a serious plot problem. What he wears, what he does with the bear, what the bird looks like means nothing unless THAT ONE QUESTION is resolved. Who are these men? What are they doing? And it was alluded by Roy that there was a "Deathly still" not a certainty, but it has given the impression that Our very own Caleb has hacked three guys in the woods... and it 1) isn't fantasy 2) IS our Caleb, a family man, who has been hunting since he was a child 3) Isn't a dream. THEN WHAT?

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    MacMillan Avatar Cyndi MacMillan Date: 2/5/2014 4:41:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    The hand that looses the shaft is not my own.
    MacMillan Avatar Cyndi MacMillan Date: 2/5/2014 4:34:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    No. Won't snap out of it, cause "it" is reality and "it" is what you are trying to seek, accuracy? An editor's perspective. You can't have three guys lying there and not answer why and what is going to happen with them. It is no longer about the bear.
    Guzzi Avatar Debbie Guzzi Date: 2/5/2014 3:49:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    SIS!!!!! snap out of it, the men are DOWN not necessarily dead. And hey blame the group they PICKED sonnet #5 - they would be dead if I didn't change the word to DOWN, I would say Roy felt & others may have felt they were the shadows, the deathly still is the QUIET because the men are passed out & before the bear comes to [they've scared off all the wildlife!] okies now Sis let us go on ...
  1. Date: 2/5/2014 3:17:00 PM
    I can't wait to see how the story will end! It's very exciting! hugs, Cate :)

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  1. Date: 2/5/2014 2:36:00 PM
    Okies POETS , some misunderstandings CAUSE you are not reading MY blog [poke] in Roy's sonnet all three men are DOWN, one by an arrow 2 in the knife fight NOW - down is not necessarily dead BUT they are at least unconscious so the hunter can get away!

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    MacMillan Avatar Cyndi MacMillan Date: 2/5/2014 3:12:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    A deathly still
    Guzzi Avatar Debbie Guzzi Date: 2/5/2014 2:37:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Sara may have more important things to do at home. She can deal with pressure right now so if she writes good if not we have 2.
  1. Date: 2/5/2014 1:31:00 PM
    Eileen, Sara, and Dane Anne are all up to the challenge, I'm sure of it! Good luck to them, and thanks Deb for all your hard work, ......you must feel as if you have been running through the woods with the poem-hunters after you!!!

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    Smith Avatar Caleb Smith Date: 2/5/2014 2:21:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Yep, I know it's been a lot of work. None better to take it on than Debbie, though.
    Lindsey Avatar Catie Lindsey Date: 2/5/2014 1:40:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    LOL, yes, I am sure Deb may think twice before doing this again. LOL it just requires so much of her time and talents... she must be tired.... hugs, Cate :)
  1. Date: 2/5/2014 12:55:00 PM
    this will have to draw the curtain down with some sense of closure, a resolution... bring it on!.. debbs, sent you soupy!

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  1. Date: 2/5/2014 10:23:00 AM
    the bear just ran away? hmmm...not much of a climax...maybe he'll come wandering back in 6 as the poets try to tie up the loose ends and come to a closing....

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    Lindsey Avatar Catie Lindsey Date: 2/5/2014 11:51:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Oh, I see. :)
    Guzzi Avatar Debbie Guzzi Date: 2/5/2014 10:34:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    That's not the climax the climax is in Roy's verse

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