Debbie Guzzi Poet Ghazal

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I Will Wade Out

 

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
 

Moonlight Kisses

The frigid water meets my shriveled womb, oh life will be the death of me.
Numb with longing tip toes seek a watery tomb, oh life will be the death of me.

Upon my waving fingers fronds of seaweed slip and slither snaking down
salted fantasies occur of a younger bloom, oh life will be the death of me.

Tongued lips crack, tangled tresses bob upon the inward rushing tide
gulls screech taunting judgment of my gloom, oh life will be the death of me.

High the tide and stark the moonlight which pales this lonely one undone;
parted lips kiss dark foam, no body to exhume, oh life will be the death of me.


* I Will Wade Out by E.E. Cummings [see about the poem]
free verse to a ghazal [internal rhyme]

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Funom Makama September 23, 2014 at 12:04 PM Excellent poetry. Just exactly what I needed this hot evening. Thanks for the share

Jeremy Street July 14, 2014 at 5:29 PM |*:*\(*{{....

Andrea Dietrich July 11, 2014 at 9:35 PM oh so dark ,..... but so GOOD. I love the irony in the title too. WAs really happy to see you liked my sijo, Debs. I put off your contest for a long time not knowing what to write on. I think I was nearly the last entry!!

Kelly Deschler July 10, 2014 at 12:52 AM Very haunting words of loneliness and deep despair.... I could clearly see and feel the cold water and the moonlit darkness, as this woman took her last breath.... Another amazing poem from you, Debbie!

James Marshall Goff July 6, 2014 at 11:05 PM A dark, ominous tone to this imaginative write, Deb...i felt submerged, struggling to re-capture tender moonlit moments...nicely done, jim

Connie Marcum Wong July 5, 2014 at 10:30 PM Wow, impressive Deb! This form would be a real challenge for most anyone. You did a wonderful job on this.