Debbie Guzzi Poet Free verse

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A Blooded Virgin Night

Brighter than a fall bonfire, but with the chill of ice, 
the Winter sun haloes the gray and barren woodland,
throbbing, almost hesitant, with a fluorescent pulse,
brazen in its unrelenting descent, it clings--
to the horizon.

How it hurt my eyes.

Thin skinned, the lids tinge orange, the white of sol merging:
trunks, boughs, branches, twigs, 	welt the dusk-- 
rouging the line between, blooding the virgin night.
Pricked, the brain pulses in tune, unable to look away.

How it hurt my mind.

Splayed fingers block, the sharpened spears of screaming fright.
The Winter sun, indexed, palmed, scratches, the face of I.
Within a lightless room a pall hides blue veins, near comatose,
brazen: the light, the light-- I sigh, until shades and stars arrive.
How life and death	both hurt.


art by JulieG350
First Published by Dual Coast Magazine Issue 1 - 2014

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Maurice Yvonne January 16, 2015 at 1:31 PM Just a divine read.

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders January 13, 2015 at 12:08 PM This is captivating, Debbie, I'm taken by the serenity, beauty and sorrow to an unexpected place Rhonda Johnson-Saunders January 13, 2015 at 3:42 PM Oh wow! I read it again and yes, I feel it, see it - the lightless room, pulsing brain. I get migraines, too, terrible, debilitating migraines. The only treatment that works for me is botox...expensive but worth it. Debbie Guzzi January 13, 2015 at 12:42 PM migraines - visual ones make auras

Michelle Mac Donald January 12, 2015 at 7:58 PM An intense write, Debs. I can't stop looking up and reading, "How it hurt my eyes. How it hurt my mind." A great ending, "How life and death both hurt.:( Sort of dismal, which makes me sad. Super cold here now, but we'd had endless mornings of December fog; I don't think the song "Dreaming of a White Christmas" had been about that! best wishes to you, love, Mikki

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser January 11, 2015 at 4:11 AM wow beautiful but with some pain!

Eileen Manassian January 11, 2015 at 12:03 AM Wow, Debbie...This is so deep. When I read the title, I thought of something else. You really used imagery well to convey that essence of your write.

David Meade January 10, 2015 at 8:51 PM Much pain but also beauty . . . nicely done. 7

Jan Allison January 10, 2015 at 7:46 PM One word Debbie - Outstanding! The tranquil picture belies the deep imagery of pain and suffering in the verse:-( Hugs Jan a 7 from me:-)