Debbie Guzzi Poet Free verse

Sand Sleepers

She lay upon the chill drying sand 
disheveled
lay the brassy gold of her hair 
adorned with seaweed
upon her blue gray cheeks
small pink crabs crawl 
the ruched red skirt she wore washed
back and forth waist high showing white cotton
chill winds blew drying sand across her open blouse
drying like bits of stardust on her lashes
sand sleepers nest in her open eyes.

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Kabuteng P.Ink K. July 28, 2012 at 12:52 PM You've captured quite an intriguing picture here, Debbie! I really enjoyed this and this is the first time I have heard of "sand sleepers" but I like how it sounds... wee monkey is doing fine, thank you. I hope you are too! Hugs to you!

Sara Kendrick July 13, 2012 at 2:02 PM Very desciptive and expressive work..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..I am glad that I chose this one to read today..Thanks for stopping by with congrats..Sara

Nette Onclaud July 13, 2012 at 1:05 PM there is something so weepy yet beautiful about this poesy, debbie... your descriptive tones tugged my heart... agem!.. thanks for acknowledging my delight piece for your contest; much delighted!...more hugggs!:)

Kathryn Collins July 13, 2012 at 11:59 AM Debbie - A vivid painting with your pen. What a scene; so very sad. love, Kathy

Michelle Mac Donald July 13, 2012 at 8:47 AM Another beauty from you, Debbie!! Love the imagery, a cast off stow away? I'm enjoying every single line of your verse...you rock!!:) Kinda makes me sad, what are "sand sleepers"? Oh, I'll save this one and read it often. Some days I will feel to smile, on others I might feel melancholy. I think the best read poetry is one that touches us in some way. Wishing you the best!!! Love, Mikki Debbie Guzzi July 13, 2012 at 12:53 PM we call the grit in our eyes after sleep a SLEEPER so the title is a metaphor for the literal sand in her eyes as well as the sand which would have been there if she were asleep. And brings to mind the similarity between death and sleep.

Kash Poet July 12, 2012 at 8:12 PM Amazing poetry from you!!