Debbie Guzzi Poet Quatrain

The Sharpest Edge

The uncertainty of Winter
with its monochromatic norm.
The leery loss of color
the painful loss of warmth.

The sharpened edge of white
the transparency of cutting ice,
the indeterminate length of night
leaves man to his own device.

Even the occasional shimmer
of sunshine lends only harsh relief
though death will end life’s cycle
rebirth will soon end grief.

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 29, 2009 at 8:38 AM Deb those last two lines are terrific and the entire poem is eloquent ... I am a Summer girl so it cannot come back around fast enough for me... this poem gives me hope again it will come sooner, maybe? enjoyed.. excellent write this Sunday morn to read.. blessings ... luv... Linda-Marie, P.E.P.S. "Sweetheart"

Constance La France November 28, 2009 at 9:01 PM Extra sensational writing here, yes I know all about the uncertainty of winter, I live in Canada,afterall

Doris Culverhouse November 28, 2009 at 6:01 PM great thoughts in this poem, hope you are well, and had a great holiday.

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen November 28, 2009 at 5:04 PM Another beauty, Deb. You're have arrived!!! (As if I knew about that. I am definitely a new-bee myself...) What I am trying to say is that I really like your poetry. I think using structure, which is what I like, has made it easier for me to understand. And you come up with the best ideas. And that is where creativity is.... in the ideas. Excellent. Lovingly, Dane Ann (Soupmail)

Carrie Richards November 28, 2009 at 4:58 PM Love this! winter cutting through our contentment like a sharp knife, leaving us grieving until rebirth....awesome poetry! ~ Carrie