Debbie Guzzi Poet Haibun

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A Look of Revelation

Symbols and sigils flood the forebrain as I walk through the metal and wired glass doors. With an whoosh of air, they close as if mocking the breath I had held in too long. Fear beaded in the sweat on my upper lip. What had once been the blissful gold-tinged vessel of apple blossom days had now turned into the hollow boned reality of a Dali summer, a loveless leaden pit of dread. Constant incessant sobbing, gagging, rocking did little to quell the practice’s belief that I was deranged. 

parents watch	
through the window:
paper cup pills

He was bald, and full of hmmm’s, nodding as I babbled. A seventies summer started with first love in a hayfield, ended in a heroin fright. The local quack had assured me it was all a communist plot to overtake the youth of America. Really, one should never tell their parents the truth. They certainly hadn’t checked in with their brains when their seed and egg mixed a proclivity for alcoholism with a dollop of bipolar mania. “Ahhh, hmmmm,” The Doctor said. “Two weeks rest should do you fine.”   

First Published in Tincture Journal, Australia April 2014

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Bl Devnath November 4, 2015 at 10:48 AM Beautiful pen of remembrance. One thing is clear that Doctor will give aspirin surely to take rest. Lol! it's nice as always. 7 sure. Loved always my lovely friend,bl Debbie Guzzi November 4, 2015 at 11:01 AM I miss you BL! Are you well?

Funom Makama February 6, 2015 at 7:33 AM A lovely piece well penned down. Nothing short of a 7 is what it deserves. Its nice stopping by

Sara Kendrick January 30, 2015 at 3:48 PM Reads like someone who has experienced the life living in a home with alcoholism and bipolar mania or has heard many stories about it..Enjoyed reading your work..Sara Debbie Guzzi January 30, 2015 at 4:17 PM yup was not me with the H it was friends and they scared the stuffing out of me & I told the family & wham bam thank you marm.

Kash Poet January 29, 2015 at 5:31 AM Good Haibun here Debi!Enjoyed the read.

David Meade January 28, 2015 at 8:21 PM A fool of a doctor . . . two aspirins and call me in the morning routine does more harm than good! The 70's were a rough and tumble time and heroin is a mighty foe. . . . I felt every sob, every fear . . . the demons that lurk and the tiny hope for a new day. Love and light dear Debbie, 7

James Peranteau January 28, 2015 at 6:25 PM Hi Debbie Thanks for turning me on to this form Haibun! I studied it and enjoyed the knowledge which I obtained. I pray it comes in useful, or rather that I don't screw it up,lol And about your write,powerful dear poet so much truth resides within this, you sound so secure in this write, I believe that you've had some experience with this fright! Awesome.I want to thank you as well for guiding me through my journey on the Soup Debbie,regarding my Haiku's,not a strong suit with me. Love ya, james