Long away from good ole author’s den
Not much creativity in this pointed pen
Time spent writing commercial garble
Twitter, Twitter, warble and warble.
Broken connections, always treasured fine
Writing for pay to keep what is only mine
A hall converted to a studio, office, and home
With much sheetrock, repairs, and stryrofoam.
Cozy and warm, furniture flowing here and there
An office, with a partner, who loves to share
Tap, tap, tap, the keyboard sails on crescent moons
Thump, thump, thump, hammering out some tunes.
A fresh coat of paint, all that remains to be done
Then I can write, not for pay, but for pure fun
The expenses will be behind me, once and for all
And chumming with AD warriors will be delightful fun.
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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