She is born of the sea.
A place of tranquility we can only dream of,
and emotional storms swirl in the currents of her fathoms.
In her eyes are the depths of hell’s empty places caught in spiral animations like whirlpools, together in bondage with all the brightest stars ever known.
On shoals from the shallow reefs she rises and elegantly bows to the shore that confines her, as if in an effort to lay down her soul in mercy for her captor's release, she offers shells, and buttons, glass, and the dreams of mariners forsaken in time.
As her weight pounds the beaches, the sound of her last breath is all that is heard in a thump, then forever disappearing but not for the treasures she left behind in the sand.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
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Be always safe,
Karen
in the sea, we know she will soon caress another distant shore.
-gene.