Debbie Guzzi Poet Personification

Royalties Demise

Paper crisp, dead brown, leaves
cluster between the straggly vines. 
The potted purple petunias valiantly
hold their final blooms, alive and regal
within death’s grip, refusing to surrender.

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Matthew Anish November 7, 2009 at 9:03 AM Nice tribute to the persistence of nature. Nice, allegorical work! Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish

Yoni Dvorkis November 3, 2009 at 1:58 PM hmm. is royalty some kind of flower? or I guess it's all metaphor, the emperor is slowly but surely stripped of all his clothing. Sounds like he didn't go down without a fight thoguh. I respect that, the poor petunia.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 2, 2009 at 5:11 PM My green thumb was enlightened by your poem.. great write.. I, too, like Carrie, have pots like these .... my plants are like my kids... entertaining with their blooms... thankxxx .. and keep at it.. Linda-Marie

Carrie Richards November 2, 2009 at 2:10 PM I have pots that look just like this....and I can't bear to toss them, so hoping if I clip them back they will bloom again in the spring!?? Wish me luck! Love the poem!! ~PS Soup Mail coming!!

John Loving Iii November 2, 2009 at 1:48 PM you are so right. jhl

John Loving Iii November 2, 2009 at 1:48 PM you are so right. jhl

Andrew Crisci November 2, 2009 at 1:13 PM Yes, Deborah...you make a true statement, we are like them holding onto to life even when is is our final hour! So magnificently thought-out and written. I wish the very best. Love, Andrew.