Descriptions are simply
fundamental words,
unbraiding an allegory,
wrinkling gentilities sheets,
surmising somber imagery,
methaphorically lost
to ROM's and RAM's
and voiceless calls,
expectations only connotations
because none can explain
this awesome thing that
stalks us all,
this mystery called identity,
assassin that fractures man's
firmament and sends reality
into obsurity,
while smiling with approval,
it embraces one and all.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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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