A ferryman weeps at the passing of time.
No more shall the hustle of feet fill his dock.
His worth is now waning in industry's prime;
His bane, a behemoth of metal and rock.
Walking on water, the wayfarers mock-
His emptying vessel, alone on the bank,
Till memories spun with the turn of the clock,
And the ferryman's boat, to nothingness sank.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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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