once black teeth could
amuse; once cheeks smeared
with coal dust might
resist touch of Dickens
and repel thoughts of church mice
tattling on cats, pink tongues
circling red mouths to kill;
once each piece of flannel rubbed
necks just so,
with warm
collars sweeping necks
frigid with winter’s blast;
once night arrived
suddenly,
like a shuttered cage, lopping off
sunshine till morning’s bouquet;
once neighbors grilling
tomatoes for breakfast
forgot to close their door,
and jellied yams
sank beneath swirling gutter streams
heading toward the harbor.
once, you loved me,
and I loved you.
Wonderfully imaged, the poem explodes in the reader's eyes as they read each word--and feels each one in their soul. Splendidly written, as usual! (I'm running out of ways to praise your works, damn, you're good.)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on February 2, 2005
A most unusual post but one can feel the images as they dance across your mind.
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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Wonderfully imaged, the poem explodes in the reader's eyes as they read each word--and feels each one in their soul. Splendidly written, as usual! (I'm running out of ways to praise your works, damn, you're good.)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)