Debbie Guzzi Poet Free verse

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The Sandy Shoal

She lay upon the sand, lowtide-cold, salted-dry, dissheveled.
Tomorrow would have been her twenty first birthday,
unadorned, except for the seaweed in her brassy blonde hair.
Tip-toeing across her blue-gray cheek, a pink crab foraged,
unhindered, it dined on the whites of her eyes.
Only the sea and sand cradled her now.






First Published in Of Sun and Sand 2013
part Of a hurricane Press

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Funom Makama June 4, 2015 at 9:49 AM What a marvelous read from a blessed paged built on lines constructed with the lyrics of the skies and words well supported by dynamic foamy clouds. Message well expressed! No doubt an absolute 7##.

James Marshall Goff May 17, 2015 at 5:25 AM hay Deb....gripping, love the use of tri-meter & pentameter lines!

Thomas Martin May 3, 2015 at 5:45 PM Struck by your imagery and expression. Enjoyed this very much!

Kelly Deschler April 27, 2015 at 8:22 PM A heartbreaking image that makes me want to know the rest of her tragic story... Such a dark and deeply moving poem. Very, very well written, Debbie!

Mark Ackerson April 27, 2015 at 2:01 PM I love this, Debbie! 7...

Carolyn Devonshire April 27, 2015 at 12:24 PM Dear Deb, this is such a sad description of a woman who died far too young. It reminded me of a college student who drowned here last week. Very well composed! Hope you are enjoying some warmer weather now, Hon. Thursday I leave for Sea World with a few friends. It will be very hot and there may be storms, but we'll brave it anyway. :D Love, Carolyn