Debbie Guzzi Poet Rhyme

In the Blink of An Eye

How can you stop time?
The precious moments past and passing.
The wreathed faces of so many friends.
Snap shots, jogs to the imminent fog of age.

Can you stop time? Should you try,
so many pictures so little eye.
Will not the gentleness of time,
embellish with sweetness, mute like wine,
the twinkle in a deep chocolate gaze,
the John Wayne, macho man, of another’s ways?

Do I even want to share, to freeze
their countenances with greed?
To perform the SO human deed
to place their bubbling souls,
giggles from the mouths of babes
upon something as soulless, as cellulose?

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Carrie Richards March 17, 2011 at 12:43 PM ahh..I found it,and was worth the search!!My own doesn't even compare to this beauty..that last line.."something as soulless as cellulose"..if only I could phrase like that and put the thought into words so beautifully!You are so underrated here..I often shake my head at contest results, ...and why they are judged as they are....so many are blind to your amazing talent, and no..I am not just spreading butter to make you like me....it is just the truth. Just want you to know I see it clearly!!

L'Nass Shango December 7, 2009 at 11:20 AM Crazy final question ... echoing immortally. Deep penetration of the thoughts ... these words are pregnant to your glory. Well done!

Colleen Bono November 28, 2009 at 11:57 AM I have got 3 poems changed.The woman inside,Don't Cry When You Say Goodbye,and Suide [feelings of].I think they look better. thanks for the advise.

Colleen Bono November 19, 2009 at 2:59 PM This is interesting.Thank you for commenting on my poems.

Florentina Laic November 19, 2009 at 7:07 AM Profound and flowing poem, having a very interesting way of understanding the time. Love, Florentina

Veronica Joseph November 11, 2009 at 8:24 AM yes, because sometimes that's all you have.... I would be bereft without pictures of those I have lost and that I mourn... and all the more reason to live in the now.

Carol Sunshine Brown November 10, 2009 at 5:11 AM I had a beautiful weekend in Michigan but.....I am so happy to be back here at the Soup reading your wonderful Poetry. Thank you for sharing Deborah. Love, Carol

Brian Strand November 10, 2009 at 12:53 AM Love this inner monoku Debbie 'Will not the gentleness of time,/embellish with sweetness, mute like wine, Rgds Brian & thank you for your welcome comments & kind words today.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 9, 2009 at 8:57 PM Wonderful flow of words, Deborah, and so introspective ... much to ponder on this one.. great write... thankxxx for sharing this insight with us 2 nite ... and for your comments on my tribute poetry.. my intention to write one for every poet that has been so kind to my on the Soup... so look for yours very soon.. working on more... check out my blog just posted.. having trouble with photos.. if u can help soup mail me.. Linda-Marie

James Marshall Goff November 9, 2009 at 5:32 PM sometimes.... the snapshot is all we have to hold on to...free-spirited poem! Deb!... jimbo

Sara Kendrick November 9, 2009 at 4:04 PM Death comes to all. It is nice to be able to rewatch old movies,etc. that feature those that have gone on because some of the old ones have some good moral points etc. However, sometimes I think when I see them or a picture of that person well they have gone on to their reward whatever it may be. Keep writing. Sara

John Loving Iii November 9, 2009 at 12:55 PM time is stoped by death and cold, freezing cold that stops movement. movement is time no matter how much of a fraction of movement it is time. so it is to grow or decay. time is in a book stoped.

Carrie Richards November 9, 2009 at 12:54 PM Wow....I love this compelling thoughtful poem!! Those souls captured on something as soulless as cellulose.......wowie...that is an amazing way to look at those collections of old photographs that we honor by immortalizing in numbers, in our drawers, in albums, behind glass picture frames...what a thought provoking poem! :) Excellent! ~