Upon the Edges Shadows Fall

blank-faced the page calls
each pounded pore of rice waits
brush tips dance on pointed toe
or fall like curtains
stark poser of questioned light
much more is left than finished

softer surface calls
needle prick the skin of white
adorning torsos and limbs
shaded dragon roil
as biceps flex and uncurl
much more is left unfinished

sea green stones of jade
shade and shadowed by chisel
leaves and limbs of trees precise
form rows dark and light
frozen forests unmoving
much more is left unfinished

Deborah Guzzi writes articles for massage and aromatherapy magazines. Her published poetry appears in The Germ, Wilderness House Literary Review, Haiku Journal, Contemporary Haibun Online, Ribbons, ExistereChaVine Leaves Literary Journal and Tincture Journal, among others in the USA, UK, Canada, Australia, China and Greece. She has published two illustrated volumes of poetry, The Healing Heart and Heaven and Hell in a Nutshell.

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2 Responses to Upon the Edges Shadows Fall

  1. Aky says:

    Nicely written, this is a very interesting post! Your poetry is beautiful!

  2. Deborah Guzzi says:

    Thank you so much for reading my verse and for leaving a comment!

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