Oh my gosh, I know the smell of sheer terror as well, you never forget it. My first memory was peeing on myself while being beaten and not daring to cry. That memory irks my soul. Love the style of this.
Gets me right where it should--very good. It's funny, but as I came out on campus this morning the air smelled of wet dog. It was probably pending rain that never came, but I thought I might make a poem of it.
Ron
Reviewed by Catherine Poirier (Reader)
Reviewed on April 19, 2005
wow! that's really well written, even the way the words are organized!
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
Bravo for writing this.
Elizabeth
Janny xoxoxo
excellent write!!
So very profound and true ... an exemplary, well-penned write!!
Blessings,
Robert
though a sad situation
your imagery was master
William ...... Peace & Love
Ron
Paul;-]
How awful for you all!Glad you could write about it!
Eileen
A searing write that squeezes the heart. Poignantly, powerfully penned--
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I'm moved that you put out here.
Love ya!
Ron
Unique N Different Write Right On!
TRASK