a river never flows
but for the rain
a babe was never born
without any pain
no lovers ever loved
and neither did cry
no man has ever lived
that soon will not die
a stone flung in the air
will lose its gift of flight
a maiden is no more
when she's given you her night
so shed me no salt tears
no mournful words repeat
and count not my brief years
for this life has been sweet
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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God bless you,
Deborah