Debbie Guzzi Poet Verse

Death's Courting - Constanza

Though I have no wish to die now
for this moment I feel much joy
ah death it courts me being coy

A time may come I know not how
yes endings have a fatal lure
and death like life can be demure

when sorrow rings my ashen brow 
and springtime's warmth I can't retain
for flesh, but clay it does constrain

until that day I'll rail and howl
I'll paint the pictures in my mind
and stare at holy lights that blind

for life is precious, this I know
now leave sweet death, and let me sleep
today is not the day you'll reap

Though I have no wish to die now,
a time may come I know not how,
when sorrow rings my ashen brow, 
until that day I'll rail and howl,
for life is precious, this I vow.

1/22/14

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Gautami Phookan February 13, 2014 at 6:48 AM Again I'm reading this.. Congrats Debbie on your fine win with this nice poem! hugs

Mark Peterson February 9, 2014 at 11:22 PM Congratulations

Andrea Dietrich February 9, 2014 at 7:41 PM I remember how much I liked this one. BIG congrats on a well deserved win.

Ralph Sergi February 6, 2014 at 6:30 PM Hi Debbie: Since I am ancient, I love poems of death and I especially loved yours. Especially the last stanza. "until that day I'll rail and howl". Kinda like Dylan Thomas' rage rage against the light". Debbie Guzzi February 6, 2014 at 6:37 PM yup a fav of mine - imitation is the sincerest form of flattery! ;)

Cherl Dunn February 3, 2014 at 5:03 PM Wow this truly beautiful write i give it a seven for heavens sake for it is that good. cheri BRAVO LADY

Andrea Dietrich January 30, 2014 at 10:22 PM Debs, this is REALLY good. Soupmail. I have two for you now.

Gautami Phookan January 28, 2014 at 11:05 PM Debbie, yesterday I came here and read this poem.. I kept looking at it for a long time. Sometimes I wish I had the ability to communicate without writing, becoz words don't always do justice to how I've felt about a poem. I loved here how you perceived death( some say that's the only truth of Life), and how you know to 'live'.. Yes, we move ahead on our journey and prepare ourselves to embrace that ultimate truth! Gautami Phookan January 28, 2014 at 11:06 PM ... and now, I wanna leave on a happy note :) Winning wishes and smiles and huggs from me to you...!!!

Tim Ryerson January 28, 2014 at 10:56 AM 'Rail and howl?' You got THAT right cher...How bout railing and howling at me for awhile? I need to be straightened out, I've been a BAD boy lately. You can come down by rail and we'll howl at the moon if you like...Good stuff Deb! - Tim Debbie Guzzi January 28, 2014 at 3:45 PM hmmmmmmmm train! I like train, summer has good rates too

Cyndi Macmillan January 27, 2014 at 2:08 PM Smooth and deep... wonderful. I'm sure he'll love it! I live the eye-rhyme! holy lights that blind, my favourite.

Nette Onclaud January 27, 2014 at 10:16 AM how haunting is this, debs... SOUP MAIL FOR MY 2ND DRAFT!,,:)

James Marshall Goff January 26, 2014 at 4:14 PM Wow...this is amazing! The last stanza most tantalizing! CORRECTED MY POEM!

Darren Watson January 26, 2014 at 12:33 PM The time will come when all our names are called but I'm delighted you intend to enjoy every moment until that time comes. A job well done.

James Marshall Goff January 26, 2014 at 12:28 PM Posted! End words dropped on some lines down! I use android! Just pull them up!

Nette Onclaud January 25, 2014 at 11:02 PM SOUP MAIL...SONNET

Scott Thirtyseven January 25, 2014 at 8:49 PM Loved it all the way. A fantastic poem, thanks for showing us how. "today is not the day you'll reap", just fantastic.

Funom Makama January 24, 2014 at 3:30 PM What a great poem. Its nice reading your piece once again. Keep on writing please.

David Williams January 24, 2014 at 11:40 AM soup mail...

Richard Lamoureux January 23, 2014 at 5:49 PM Death is worthy of contemplation if it leads to fully living each day. Howl away Debbie!

David Williams January 23, 2014 at 5:19 PM ok done and soup mailed you

Jack Horne January 23, 2014 at 3:27 PM enjoy your railing and howling, Debs - lovely write, my friend

Lucilla Carrillo January 23, 2014 at 12:30 PM This is very well written. I agree with everything here. I have been so close to death too many times and I am still here. As you say I will die, but not today. Thanks for sharing.... Lucilla

Sara Kendrick January 23, 2014 at 11:57 AM Perfection indeed…Sara..If for a contest, reads like a winner..Thanks for stopping by..

David Williams January 23, 2014 at 11:50 AM Soup mail...

Jerry Bolton January 23, 2014 at 10:12 AM I like this. Death used to be just a word to me. I'll be seventy-six in a couple of months, death is no longer just a word. It is something which occupies my thoughts on a daily basis. It seems I have some good company.

John Loving Iii January 22, 2014 at 8:07 PM better than nicely writen. you took a style and made it into something worth reading. so true were the words as they passed through my mind. especially the line i have no desire to die now. that line stuck to me.

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