Debbie Guzzi Poet Free verse

Touching the Eye

Touching you, your skin
so cold, flat, hard
the sickness within you 
like muddy water after a downpour,
how could I stay. I could, I could not run...
from the death in your hollow eyes,
the limpness of your skeletal fingers.
Don’t run. Life seeks life, 
succubus to the energy of kindnesses, chi.
Stroking your broad forehead
the horizon of beyond comes clear, clear to me.
Yet fear, is all you feel 
and the wind of black holes, all you hear.
The eye of I, connects with the we of Thee,
momentarily, rosing a cheek
hesitantly, lifting the corner of lip
as you, through the we
remember He. Touching....

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Sharon Ruebel December 3, 2011 at 11:25 AM Hello Debbie, Like this one very much, you have captured the feeling at these moments for sure. I can relate to I becomes we, and then back to I once again. Hope you are well dear friend. Lov, Shar

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 20, 2011 at 4:33 AM just wanted to get it into your contest luv.. will 'fix' some of the lines to show internal rhyme per your example in contest rules... our businesses are super busy at this time of year and not a moment to breath but hope I have some time to get to it later tonight.. thankxx.. happy Sunday...

Andrea Dietrich February 13, 2011 at 2:47 PM Back here seeing this romantic take on the third eye which I enjoyed so much. So, what do you mean "so un-Andie?" You don't know me very well. hahahaha. (but you are right in a way. I would not have real interest in seeing a stripper show)

Andrea Dietrich February 6, 2011 at 4:26 PM Deb, is this for the contest on that eye thing? I think yours is one of the best. You are so good at free verse (notice I said verse, not free "form") hahaha.Luv, Andrea

Charles Henderson February 6, 2011 at 12:59 PM Ok Deb, my free verse final blog is up.

Brian Kilpatrick February 5, 2011 at 9:50 PM Really thought provoking, loved it. Brian

Christopher Marcum February 5, 2011 at 6:45 PM smile -- gifted quill to, travel across the spectrum of topics so fluently; covering vast areas found within this our lives so, very brilliantly and, this, i most surely would include amid such truths; beautifully redwhitenblue, fave for the archives through time ~ love, Always, christopher ~

Christopher Marcum February 5, 2011 at 6:39 PM smile -- what an absolutely fascinating and intriguing muse to brush to canvas' creation this, lovely profound painting is my dear, "Priceless & Gifted, 'Beautiful Debra Guzzi.'" ~ 'not dead yet but dying' -- so much truth amid, "Your Beauties," light laced com below i do believe; and yet, We all hold different perspectives to some degrees in regards unto death my dear; but, aside from my own humbled thought, i find such a wonderful ability amid "Your Treasures" ~ cont:)

Dr.Ram Mehta February 5, 2011 at 3:32 PM beautiful expression..the eye of I connects with the we of thee and through we remember He., very touchy and sad, deb

Debbie Guzzi February 5, 2011 at 2:51 PM And the person is NOT dead yet..only dying..

Mike Bayles February 5, 2011 at 2:37 PM I like the line, "Don't run." You want to run away from death, but can't because the body is of a person you loved.

Carolyn Devonshire February 5, 2011 at 2:20 PM Deb, before my mother died she had made me promise I would kiss her in the coffin. The way you describe the skin being cold, flat and hard really brought back this memory for me. I'm still seeking my "chi." Can't get inspiration for this contest, though I know it should be right up my alley. Love, Carolyn