Blather has us in a dither these days
as miseries pile up in syllables
and bleat and prattle, moan and babble pays;
craft is nonsense non-sentence canticles.
Do we fabricate for dubious fame?
Script for the love of it? Spoil the words knit,
spinning the times in a state-of-mind game?
I’ll scratch my itch my way--Will you acquit?
I have something to say, let it find me,
read your mind so we’ll sound right when you hear
while pleasing your ears will ply fantasy;
you’ll care what I say because I’m sincere.
I write to be read, not just for today –
But, long gone, known that I’ve been as I say!
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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Anthony
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Carmen :-)