Here's one from a way back - I don't profess to be a poet so be kind!
Escape
I meant to do my work by three,
But a passerine was singing in the apple tree
And one by one
As if by queue
More melodies then drifted through
My open window and to my ears.
And I thought, how I have wasted years
Just sitting in my sterile room
Silent, as in my mother's womb,
While out there majestic symphonies flow.
So, what could I do, but laugh and go.
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.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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