Debbie Guzzi Poet Free verse

The Dispersal

Ominous fear, hate of formless things,
squirms unbidden
to the surface of an unboxed grave
worming its way upward.

Fear not
are worms not of God?
Give shape the formless fears.
Disperse the miasma.
Confront the horror,
known and unknown
for are they not all creations of God?

Drive forward on butterfly wings
leave the cocoon of fear
the worms discontent.
Free mind and spirit
from the villains of despair
let sunshine flow 
through the arteries of man.

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Susan Palli February 5, 2010 at 2:44 AM Well written!

Andrea Dietrich February 4, 2010 at 11:58 AM Deep writing, Deb, with great images. Your first stanza really does a great job of making someone think of "fear" because that is something I always hated thinking about, lying in the earth with my body eaten by worms!! and yet you eloquently bring in the brighter image of butterfly wings and sunshine! LUv, Andrea

Tim Ryerson February 2, 2010 at 9:50 PM Ahh yes indeed, Deb...All created by God!... 'Confront the horror' and 'leave the coocon of fear'...I hear ya' Cher! - Tim

Linda-Marie Sweetheart February 1, 2010 at 6:23 AM SOUP MAIL..

Jared Pickett February 1, 2010 at 4:34 AM AWESOME poem Deborah... Good words used to express so much in this poem.... WONDERFUL... Definitely a new fav.,.... "Villains of Despair" good line.......:JP]

Cecil Hickman January 31, 2010 at 4:47 PM a very interesting piece and full of truth and everything is a creation of God,,even down to the miniscule microscopic things we never knew existed until microscopes so what else is there still to find, by mankind,,and everything has a purpose too,,,and Thank You for visiting my words and for your contests that you hold,,,Blessings..Cecil....PS you have Soup Mail

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 31, 2010 at 4:11 PM SOUP MAIL...

Marty Owens January 31, 2010 at 3:45 PM Wow...this is a nice poem Deborah....enjoyed...Marty

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 31, 2010 at 3:43 PM Now as one "piece of work to another" I am honored u consider me as such.. and YES I am told that all the time.. especially by the male species..haha... u are so skilled at writing this free verse form.. it eludes me somehow .. I luv rhyming best... your words and intriguing to read more and more.. glad u liked my blog... I am a great PR person.. luv.. LInda-Marie..