Corners, corners
Fruit abounds
Possibly rotten
Possibly sweet
We meet between silences
Meet within hurt
Memories…
Sun beating down
Pain enlarging heart
Places not found
Drowning without making sound
Even when skies are brown
Tornadoes sweeping ground
Twirling, twirling around
Woman equals love
Man equals hound
Saying things profound
Makes peace before storm
Makes love without harm
Probably rotten
Possibly sweet
Corners, corners
Where we meet
Back pocket journal, pen
Words dripping 45 degrees,
90 degrees
Corners, corners
Where we meet
Corner, corners
Angles, upright feet
Stature tall
Love takes all
Where peace leads
Woman, man
Boxed
Spin 360 degrees
When 100 degrees
Get off bent knees
Praying- God aware
God conjoined
Always reborn
Always scorned
Love fate
Wash worn feet
Corners, corners
Where we meet
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.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be