Debbie Guzzi Poet Sonnet

Amongst the Dross

Starring into the dross of amber brew
no face see I reflected, simply hollow I.
The stein of crystal tells no fortune spare,
nor one of bounty, yet what is true?
With drink, I dredge the pain of life anew
and wallow in the grain of cheaper wares, 
degrade myself and blame fate, for my strife,
ignoring all God's gift, so loud I cry, 
as salted tears stain trails of my despair.
If only, I had been a better wife
I'd not be sitting here. 



Form: Curtal Sonnet [A precurser to the Italian Sonnet]
abcabcdbcd c [10 1/2 lines]

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Carol Sunshine Brown May 4, 2012 at 5:49 AM A belated congratulations on your win in the "And With a Sip"contest Debbie. Love, Carol

Joyce Johnson April 30, 2012 at 11:30 AM Quite a story in these few lines. congratulations Debbie. Love, Joyce

Bob Quigley April 30, 2012 at 8:40 AM Very nice Debbie. Congratulations

Jemmy Farmer April 25, 2012 at 7:40 AM Hi Debbie, as you said you are sonnet addict I had to just come and read one of yours and get my own fix for the day. An excellent curtal it is too. To get such depth of emotion into 10 and a tail is a mighty challenge and you have done that with style. Great read. Hugs Jemmy

Carrie Richards April 22, 2012 at 7:29 PM now, this one breaks the heart, if ever I've read a more bittersweet, or painful poem, I don't know when. Stunning in it's sad, and lonely song. Beautifully beautifully written.

Joseph May April 22, 2012 at 7:06 PM very well written Debbie...always ..Joseph

Connie Marcum Wong April 22, 2012 at 3:46 PM A thought provoking melancholy piece, so well written and moving. If not for the grace. . . .Mahalo, Lotus April 22, 2012 at 3:48 PM ...Kisss me baby :)

John Rhinem April 22, 2012 at 3:45 PM Smile ˜ There's a lady who's sure, all that glitters is gold, and she's buying the stairway to heaven * Paint your love baby ˜ My beautiful love, Always, John!:) ˜