Satin Sheets of Metalic Purple
Like satin sheets of metalic purple
the sky shades the water's edge.
The sun of a pale pink
wanders down to the earth's ledge.
I am hanging onto the purple mist
as it streaks from the sky.
Hanging on and I scream out.
The words drip down like icing.
Lost among the whitecaps and the foam.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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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