Standing on the rock ledge
at twilight, overlooking
the purple radiance
deepening toward a distance
of tired questions, loneliness
and wonder, I ask why we climb
the cliffs of human emotion
as if marooned in a sphere
of infinite strangeness,
only to become the very stones
on which we stand.
A cool breeze stirs in the pines.
And I swear it enters me like a murmur
after a troubling dream, saying:
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
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
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on which we stand." <--- a most powerful line
but even more/most powerful is this:
"from a certain height there's only love."
This is exceptional. Thank you.
Wonderful write
Andrea