Debbie Guzzi Poet Prose Poetry

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Breathless

Clouds hang low, muffling the maple-covered mountainside.
Fog rises from a saturated earth, weakly wetting a soft breeze.
Mist maintains the connection 'tween earth and eternity.

Within the gloom, where barren treetops scrap the sky, twigs green.
Hope springs with random bits of color to the opened mortal eye.
Soon, soon, a brighter pallet will appear, light will live. 

A gray day lies upon the wane and weary eye of morn.
Soon, wind-born blossoms wipe the cinders from the pale eye of sol,
melting the chill of fog and mist, warming the home of man.
  



First Published by Mused: BellaOnLine Literary Review 2015

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Robert Warlov October 20, 2019 at 3:31 PM This strikes me as God's point of view- what men might make of such an inglorious morning Robert Warlov October 21, 2019 at 11:51 AM ! Debbie Guzzi October 20, 2019 at 3:44 PM Thank you for reading Robert

Jai Bankson May 24, 2016 at 4:05 AM You must be a painter???If you say not then you should grab another brush!Thank you Jai

Funom Makama April 30, 2016 at 2:20 PM Its been a while I visited.. I have also not been online for a while due to my work but I am back now and this piece is just the perfect start I need to come back home to my wonderful poetrysoup. This is amazing, beautiful and a high seven! Well done friend

Scott Thirtyseven March 4, 2016 at 6:16 AM Wonderful rhythmical words, to an evocative photo. This is art.

Cona Adams February 26, 2016 at 6:37 AM Nice one, Debbie. I could feel it. A foggy spring morning brings a feeling of being cocooned in the soft arms of God.

Mark Peterson February 25, 2016 at 8:15 PM Sounds like late winter, early spring here in the Pacific Northwest. There are a thousand moods in your creation, and I enjoyed them all.

Sara Kendrick February 20, 2016 at 2:28 PM Yes, that is about the way it is right now but spring is in the air..They said on Atlanta station that we have pine pollen.I thought that we have pollen but had not heard an official word..I have been feeling in my nose, throat, ears and eyes that there must be pollen around..Some of the daffodils are blooming which gives me hope of spring..Thanks for the visit o my blog if I have failed to say so..Sara..Soup mail soon. Debbie Guzzi February 20, 2016 at 3:27 PM I'm glad some one is feeling spring but that pine pollen is sure hard on the breathing!

Kp Nunez February 5, 2016 at 10:54 AM A real beaut, Deb. I think this is different from most of your writes in that I feel you're just enjoying the scenery here - fantastic imagery...no hidden metaphor or subliminal messages...no women's issue :-). Debbie Guzzi February 5, 2016 at 11:46 AM It is true Kim, yet solely discriptive verse & verses about nature are not exciting to me anymore, no longer a challenge & I'm hearing more & more of the sites I'D LIKE to publishe me ask for something other than nature poems.

Elaine George February 3, 2016 at 1:38 PM Breathless is the perfect title for this beautiful verse, Deb. Elaine

Iris E. Sankey- Lewis February 2, 2016 at 6:06 PM Wonderful images I see. Congrats on pub of your gem.

Jan Allison January 31, 2016 at 9:16 AM Congrats on your publication Debbie - your imagery is amazing - this poem could relate to my Island at the moment - I yearn for spring to brighten the dull grey days:-) hugs Jan xx 7