We are the rock at the center
of the tight circle we scribe
around our lives, and we limit
who is allowed to enter.
But when a rock is tossed
into a stream or lake;
no matter how large the rock
and how big the splash,
the surrounding water
quickly rushes in to fill
the briefly created void.
"What was that?" says
the person hearing the splash.
But when he turns to look,
he sees nothing at all but the
smooth and glistening surface.
'...NEVER THINK YOURSELF SO IMPORTANT THAT THE WORLD CAN'T GO ON WITHOUT YOU...IT CAN AND IT WILL...'CAUSE ONE IS HERE TODAY...GONE TOMORROW AND FORGOTTEN.' SPLENDID AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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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