Bare bones of love
being pined in front of me,
with the smell of baby powder,
to something worth
of admiration
and jealusy.
You can feel the magnificence
even through the
attachments
and the responsibilities
and the compromising.
Lovely Duets,
lovely moist eyes
ready to cry,
to buy tears for the pavement,
at any time
without hesitation
without the shame of weakness.
Trully incredible,
they make music
with laughter,
with bed games
with fights and smooth talks
about yesterday and tomorrow.
They open each others closet,
they rumble in each others head
and its so beautiful
and so brave.
Brave Duets,
holding hands
making us solos
look and feel like shameful mistakes.
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.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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