The Lotus Blossoms – a poem by Deborah Guzzi

The Lotus Blossoms

Cupped within open hands, atoms swirl.
Undaunted by eternity, unmeasured,
all that is, or will be, is in the whirl.

The essence of all life is held treasured.
Life flows as I reach out my upturned palms,
undaunted by eternity unmeasured.

The sounds of day ring truly like a psalm.
The sights of night reflect from opened eyes.
Life flows as I reach out my upturned palms.

Rain falls joyous, it improvises, and the sky tries
to grace the offered cup with drink sublime.
The sights of life reflect from opened eyes,

framed by lash, the lens shows an outward clime.
The earth, the sun, the rocks, and rain remain
to grace the offered cup with drink sublime.

Oh, taste a wealth of earthly spice ingrained
upon the scented winds, all nature unfurls.
The earth, the sun, the rocks, and rain remain
all that is, or will be, is in the whirl.

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Deborah Guzzi writes internationally. Her poetry appears in Allegro, Shooter, Amethyst Review & Foxglove Journal in the UK – Blue Nib &Automatic Pilot, Ireland – Existere, Ekphrastic Review, Scarlet Leaf & Subterranean Blue, Canada – Tincture, Vine Leaves & Ariel Chart – Australia, mgv2>publishing- France, Cha – Hong Kong – Greece – pioneertown, Sounding Review, Bacopa Literary Review, The Aurorean, Liquid Imagination & others in the USA. Deborah was nominated for the Pushcart Award & Rhysling Awards.

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