This poem describes how I feel about my neighbors little yapper. The shrill in it's voice makes me want to be unnoticed.
Little" Yap, Yap Dog you wannabe attack dog who backs away when a hand comes near you. You are my neighbors dog but yet you aren't neighborly. Whenever I step out you bark at me. Most of the time I try to avoid you but at times you dart out to scare me with your high pitched shrilly bark. It's a good thing that you are limited to your leash and please stop pooping in my yard.
I understand completely, Rebecca! Once, there were four yappy dogs that prevented me from enjoying my backyard! I hated that! It was my yard, filled with flowers and cats and ponderings in silence, not dogs frenetic voices. Somehow, I made it through the two or so years they lived next door.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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
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