Debbie Guzzi Poet Free verse

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Thunder Rolls

Thunder rolls on the rails of morning
frightening the cat, curdling the cow’s milk
sudden, sullen rip roaring.
Released from its governor, it rattles man,
shaking the frail panes of his existence.
Jagged skyward shards spark, as the storm
wheels over the harrowed rye field,
splitting the magnolia tree from crown to root.
Gutters flute, asphalt steams, and within 
the tumult the lawn of morn is cleansed
to a silver sheen of green.

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Andrea Dietrich January 29, 2015 at 2:22 PM amazing imagery, Debbie. I really like this one of yours and how well it describes the picture. Debbie Guzzi January 29, 2015 at 2:23 PM It wasn't written from the picture but from life & I find the pictures afterwards ;). THANKS

Kelly Deschler January 28, 2015 at 9:36 PM I recall being woken up one morning by a loud bolt of lightning that struck very close by. It was terrifying! But, beauty always seems to follow right after the storm... These words are so powerful, and the images are well described. An awesome poem, Debbie!... Thank you for your comments. I really appreciate them, and I'm glad that you decided to be a writer, too :)

David Meade January 27, 2015 at 1:44 PM I love a storm . . . not the destruction but the awesome power . . . your words captures this energy and in the "silver sheen of green" my heart was cleansed!! 7

M. L. Kiser January 26, 2015 at 4:35 PM Excellent...excellent...imagery! I can feel the thunder booming as I read.

James Peranteau January 26, 2015 at 2:55 PM The picture is dramatic Debbie ! Your words even more intensifying dear poet ! I must say, until recently, I was terrified of those bolts....now less, knowing their power of rejuvination ! Wonderful work Debbie ! Have a wonderful week....much love, james p.s...I think you'll like, 'Bisous Nikita'

Mohammad Yamin January 26, 2015 at 2:55 PM Hi Debbie! Very innovative poem with class imagery. I am charmed. Love. -Mohammad

Dr.Ram Mehta January 26, 2015 at 7:05 AM A classic modern way to create such beautiful imagery, Deb. Love and Light

Sara Kendrick January 26, 2015 at 5:38 AM Well, this one has a modern language feel to it..The thunder from that bolt would be enough to scare anyone and shake the foundations of buildings for miles around..Enjoyed reading..Great picture..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara

Eileen Manassian January 26, 2015 at 2:42 AM Here is finesse and style and beauty, Debbie. You are amazing. That first line just rolled right over me and shook me to the core. Loved your choice of words. Hugs

Matthew Anish January 25, 2015 at 8:54 PM Liked the photo you used with your poem! Thunder - gods throwing rocks at each other in the sky - that is what they used to think! Peace & Love Matthew Anish Debbie Guzzi January 25, 2015 at 9:42 PM bowling ninepins!