I went for a walk with my eyes to the ground Ordinarily I keep them to the skies But after that beckoning quarter I found I knew it could never have been otherwise
I looked up and looked down I looked all around And I could see it was a very good day To live and especially to live as me Already seeing how exercise can pay
So I pumped my fist in solidarity With the anti-war protesters in the park Twenty-five cents richer lucky as can be And feeling a chill went back home to the dark
At first read this seems fairly innocent and yet the exhultation of finding the quarter seems somehow overshadowed to the reference of the dark at home...usually it is to the light at home. Regardless this is a unique write that makes the reader ponder and read again which is what a good write does.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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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Regis
Well done. It gave me much to think about.
God Bless,
Lew
Tea time for friends okay!!
Love Tinka
Fee