Debbie Guzzi Poet Free verse

Adrift In the Cradle

My, the frightfully threatening roll
of the foreign tongue
inexplicable, rapid fire
shrapnel to the unaccustomed ear
proceeding, ever forward
in an unintelligible tirade.

Ears ache for understanding
Eyes strain for common ground
no single sigil or symbol recognizable.

My Lord, to be so alone, so lost
so must we journey, infants all,
landing without fan fair
on distant shores, seeking only
love and acceptance.

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John Freeman December 17, 2011 at 9:58 AM Sadly two wills involved. (Isaiah 28:8-18KJV) Debbie. Happy Holidays and may the new bring you peace and happiness. Agape, Moses

Fabiyas M V December 17, 2011 at 7:13 AM A beautiful poem with a great message,Debbie.Congratulations on your win!

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl December 17, 2011 at 3:51 AM Congratulations Debbie xx

Bob Quigley December 16, 2011 at 10:53 PM It's a frightening feeling to be unable to communicate. Well defined here Debbie. Congratulations

Carol Sunshine Brown December 16, 2011 at 12:58 PM Congratulations on your placement in Moses' "Retread" contest Debbie. Love, Carol

Nette Onclaud July 21, 2011 at 1:37 PM miles of congrats on a well deserved award, debs! :)huggs!

John Freeman July 21, 2011 at 9:23 AM Debbie, Cool Job "Congratulations" on your worthy poetry. Agape, Moses

Wilma Neels July 21, 2011 at 7:22 AM Debbie, congratulations on your win in Brian's contest with this visual masterpiece :) Liefde Wilma

Carrie Richards July 21, 2011 at 7:22 AM Whenever I read a poem of yours....it is suprising to not see it is number 1 where it should be....I am always so in awe of your talent! :)

Carol Sunshine Brown July 21, 2011 at 6:27 AM Congratulations on your win in Brian's contest Debbie. Love, Carol

Linda-Marie Sweetheart July 21, 2011 at 6:24 AM Congrats Debbie on a spectacular win in the contest by Brian with super charged words so inspiring luv.. kudos... luv your title..much..

Bozhidar Pangelov January 19, 2011 at 12:01 PM no single sigil or symbol recognizable They exist, but not when someone quickly profuchava to take everything. Poem, which is as long as it should be. Perhaps only the graph had to be like a pyramid?

Kabuteng P.Ink K. December 7, 2010 at 11:07 PM This is really cool Debbie, how you express those emotions going through once you step on foreign soil-- really meaningful last couple of lines-- yes we all are babies in some way or another-- happy you're back! hugs -- nikko :)

James Peranteau December 6, 2010 at 11:39 AM We've landed ! Very visual Deborah ! Great write ! I can see that this trip has inspired you tremendously ! much love, james

Carrie Richards December 5, 2010 at 5:44 PM Sharpnel to the unaccustomed ear.....what a great way to describe the sound of the chatter of a different language........but you are (I am sure) a quick learner....no infant are you to all that is in the realm of wanting to understand. ...great poem!! Glad you are back with us!!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart December 5, 2010 at 2:42 PM It seems to be a 'starting over again' process this Life no matter where we land our feet.. when Ron and I were in Italy it seemed foreign to us and we are Italians who know the language but once Americanized .. tough to feel comfy cozy on foreign soil... glad u are back... luv..