Debbie Guzzi Poet Free verse

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Still Fires Burning

The thinness of skin 
parchments across
blue veins and brittle stick bones
dreaming of budding branches—it lays loose

you've matched my desire 
with phrases of burning leaves
flames—flaring gold, yellow and red

rheum fills my once clear eyes
but echoed memory guides me
through forests of fall
descending with feathered down 
from empty nests

dulled and lifeless fodder for fire
ungathered leafless— 
forlorn as stalks of dry corn  

still, I eye beauty—
 
voice symphonies of words
and build bonfires from 
each passing
night

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Isaiah Zerbst January 21, 2015 at 11:43 AM Fire makes such a good simile. You have done a great job with it too.

Bill Yates January 20, 2015 at 5:14 PM It is always refreshing to read your work.

M. L. Kiser January 20, 2015 at 1:55 PM Fire is so cleansing; it must destroy to renew; an excellent pen.

Bl Devnath January 19, 2015 at 11:50 AM beauty in sadness adorned with beautiful colors. A nice creation, my lovely friend. Loved always,bl

Jack Ellison January 18, 2015 at 8:49 PM As Connie said, your poetry is definitely original and so creative and brilliant, dear Debbie! Kudos! Love and hugs, Jack xxx

Paul Callus January 18, 2015 at 12:18 PM Despite everything the fire still burns...a show of positivity that only faith and peace of heart can transmit. Excellent poem with strength of character! #7+++ All the best. // paul

Connie Marcum Wong January 17, 2015 at 11:00 PM Debbie, I love how your poetry is always so original. This is another brilliant poem meant to linger long where the longitude and latitude meet in the mind.#7 I am fav'ing it too.

David Meade January 17, 2015 at 10:31 AM forgot the rating! 7

David Meade January 17, 2015 at 10:30 AM I love this poem . . . smoke from many fires fill my imagination . . . . but the fires still burn . . . giving hope and warmth to brave fading souls. Your poems are filled with much food that it takes time for me to digest all of its meaning. One reading is never enough . . . and I still see the words dance -- giving me another view. Lovely dear Debbie, 7 fav