Debbie Guzzi Poet Concrete

Tombstone's Lament

.     For so long the ground has warped 
.   depressed about my frost frozen feet
. For so long                       the sunlight
.     has not                           glazed
.within the       R  E  S  T          of trees and                                                                 
.roots deep                             infertile om
.For so long          IN               solitude did I
. find sleep                               uncared for
. within the      P E A C E             of the church
.yards keep                              undisturbed
.For so long                               not until this
.night regret                              did inward
.seep to me                               and mourn
. within the	                      ground a old
.    soul lies                               asleep alone.
.For so long                               but now it’s 
.~Hall-o-ween and I may rise again to moan.~
.~ For within the grave nothings as it seems ~ 
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Doris Culverhouse September 1, 2010 at 12:11 PM great work...those are not easy i know!!

Constance La France July 23, 2010 at 10:19 PM I turned it, I added words, I made it my own, I made it a narrative and I even added comma's and I told a spooky story, that I loved, thanks for the inspiration, you are just wonderful for allowing us to do this ~~~

Reese Giroux October 26, 2009 at 2:17 PM This poem is made of win.

Sara Lokken October 25, 2009 at 4:50 PM This is brilliant and love the shape and form. Just beautiful. Love, Sara

Elaine George October 25, 2009 at 4:01 AM AWESOME! YOU ROCK GILR!!!! PARDON THE PUN. lOVE, lAINIE

Gert W. Knop October 25, 2009 at 3:09 AM The right piece for Halloween you're presenting here, Deborah, and thank you for your comments. Love, Gert

Raul Moreno October 24, 2009 at 11:26 PM Wow, nice work Deborah. Love the shape...Raul

James Fraser October 23, 2009 at 5:24 PM Kool piece may i say. Oh my Deborah, these concrete poems are as tough as concrete, i nearly went cross eyed doing my attempt. I think i'll retire now >> thanks for the prompt to enter, at least it will raise a laugh >> James

Valerie Bellefleur October 23, 2009 at 3:02 PM I enjoyed this very much - as Halloween is my favourite time and the occult always fascinates me... Thank you for your comments..

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen October 23, 2009 at 1:49 PM Hi Deb, Nice negative space concrete poem. (I've been racking my brain to think of something good... Nothing yet with negative space...not giving up yet, though.) I love the grass cemetery. Love sent your way! Lovingly, Dane Ann

Carrie Richards October 23, 2009 at 1:48 PM EXCELLENT! And...a great example for your own contest!!! Great job, Deborah!!