With so much packed into four short lines, it challenges the senses to sort out the directions this points us in. To associate the word "tribes" with not only the given nature of the mid eastern countries, but to think the distinction through... we arrive in our own back yards, where for me, the fracturing nature of our own religious insanity grabs the metaphor and throttles it into even greater organic meaning. Succinct, incendiary for the thinking mind, and quiet in its imploding wake-up call... again, for the conscious.
Originally, we banded together for survival. But I think that concept has gotten out of hand when you have to “belong,” to make a difference. That's why I will continue to defy what people think a quadriplegic must be and continue to shake them up by doing it, “my way.”
Hmnnn I looked at the pic after reading this Anita, and it seemed to bring to mind that just like the zebras we may all bear the same outward coverings but it is our actions and deeds that truly define who we are the samd as the herd has a leader that somehow distinguished him. herself.
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Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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