Debbie Guzzi Poet Sonnet

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A Swallows Tears

Held inside, my third eye flies through the bars 
of this cage. On wing am I, mated I fly,
my spirit undaunted by this earthly stage.
Hollow bones and hallowed heart in play,
I find repast within the air though bars 
contain this sage. With tearful eyes, I fly. 
With brazen line, I seek to find a stage, 
to portray the core of me, swallows play. 
A soul who seeks cannot be stayed by bars.
Great Spirit gifts each man a way to fly,
a bridge between his eyes onto the stage
the road open, to the place where Gods play.
Mother, mother dear, I can't live this way.
I drown in dreams and drink, I cannot stay.

After:Swallows by Benjamin Chee Chee 1974

*Sestina Sonnet
First published by Ekphrastic: Writing and Art on Art - November 2015

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Vladislav Raven August 1, 2016 at 8:46 AM Hi Debbie, this is a beautiful and deep Sonnet. Your words show each tear Debbie. An excellent Sonnet, brilliant content. Sestina Sonnet, i may try that style sometime. Well, have a good day Debbie. Hugs....Mike. XX. A definite seven.

Funom Makama March 2, 2016 at 7:56 AM What a lovely page with a profound group of words. I am loving every aspect of this piece. Thumbs up friend and a definite 7

Robert Lindley January 9, 2016 at 12:42 PM Deep, strong and beautiful sonnet my friend. "Hollow bones and hallowed heart in play. Mother, mother dear, I can't live this way." My favorite verses, that speak to me due to my once stormy relationship with my mother! Tremendous poem.. Debbie Guzzi January 9, 2016 at 3:33 PM It's a true story Robert

Kp Nunez January 5, 2016 at 9:13 AM A swallow driven to such desperate plea...! Was her life such a prison, Deb? This reminds me of Sylvia Plath. Awesome write as always. PS. Do you tutor poet wannabes? :-) Kp Nunez January 5, 2016 at 10:36 AM Oh, sorry...I missed the connection. Thanks for the info. About that other thing...soupmail. :-) Debbie Guzzi January 5, 2016 at 9:56 AM Kim I would love to tutor! Might I earn a small amount for this? I could use the funds. Kim above is what happened to the artist Ben Chee Chee

Hansteven Selfa January 5, 2016 at 9:09 AM This must be one of the best Sonnets I've ever read here in soup! :)

Paul Callus January 5, 2016 at 8:41 AM The free spirit calls, Debbie! I am sure that were I to take a closer look now I would see an empty cage with an open door...This sonnet form tempts me to try it out. ~ Regards // paul

Viv Wigley January 5, 2016 at 7:53 AM Lovely, Debbie. Reminded me of the Dale carnegie quote. Viv x

Dr. Upma A. Sharma January 5, 2016 at 2:11 AM How creative Debbie.. touchingly beautiful!!

Charmaine Chircop January 4, 2016 at 2:15 PM Great Spirit gifts each man a way to fly/ A soul who seeks cannot be stayed by bars... So love these two lines , they say so much. An excellent post sweet ma.

Skat A January 4, 2016 at 11:39 AM WOW, now that's a poem. DG, I've never read such gifted metaphors. A deep write by the way. hope the ending means you don't like that state of mind. Awesome. SKAT Debbie Guzzi January 4, 2016 at 2:49 PM The artist killed himself in jail SKAT. I'm fine :)