If English be the budding writers' choice
For nuance-shaded phrases so sublime,
In telling tales of wonder they rejoice
With rhythmic, rolling measured, easy rhyme.
But speak of love and e'en the seasoned bard
Will wail and rant and yea, may tear his hair,
There's just one hackneyed word for Man's regard,
For pets and burgers, icons ~ teddy bear.
"I love my dog ~ Madonna ~ Man United"
"I love my granny, father," and the rest
"I love to ramble, gamble, be excited"
My toddler loves to suck her ragged vest!
Yet though the writer writes reluctantly
We love to hear it spoken: "I love thee."
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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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~Alexandra~