Last night she said, I feel like conversation.
I wondered.
Does she feel noisy?
Dizzy?
Bloated and sick with symbology?
Is it like having many
personalities,
all demanding their due?
Can conversation really feel?
Like what? Important?
Bored?
Horny for silence?
Why go with ellipsis
when the literal rocks?
Does conversation
feel rocky?
Might it, like me,
feel like a beer?
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.
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.
GOD BLESS
Tony
I know who likes to coin words, you know? -gene.