Debbie Guzzi Poet Free verse

Migraine

The automobile breezes
down the liquorice whip,
nonpareil dotted roadway
as the searing sun strobes lances
through the frozen forest;
piercing projections, phospheneal auras,
dance as retinal afterthoughts 
within the cornea of man.

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Catherine Reinke February 23, 2009 at 5:54 PM wow what a mouth full. effective however

Michael Jordan February 16, 2009 at 1:45 PM Deborah this truly is a wonderful write - Thoughts very well expressed - God Bless, MJ

Donna Golden February 15, 2009 at 5:16 PM I get migraines, too, so I can relate to this. Nice write, Deborah! Donna

Frank F. Atanacio February 15, 2009 at 1:23 PM well penned.. excellent

Robin L. Gass February 15, 2009 at 10:47 AM The imagery is excellent in this, Debbie. I can feel the stabbing pain from the sun in piercing brightness and that ill feeling that comes with it. Great work, my poetic friend! Love and hugs, Robin