because of, through the words of another--yet, again, had to try--had to write...
w/thanks ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
from/to r.-- who 'co-wrote' through living it...
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salvation within words? hope, despair? LIFE! dares he who writes with bleeding fingers opened all pours through ... unashamed to look directly within to stare directly without dare to challenge the whole... boldly stares, asks "will you dare see?" no-conventions-holds barred all is there... and all unfettered, un-glossed, glazing melted words through, through and through again-- and nothing stands between the poet and the words the words and more ... bled shed unashamed. and nothing will stop this nothingcan. simply put? the heart's soul writhing, unafraid through the nakedness of man.
heaven's darkening skies hell's truth and lies the core laid bare upon a shore of fear and daring one to...
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.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
hell's truth and lies
the core laid bare
upon a shore of fear
and daring one to...
hear.
Your insight into the deeper regions of the soul amazes me.
This is a beautiful pem.
Susan
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Your poetry is deep, and so intropsective, I LOVE it!!! Thanks for penning this one, I am going back to read it again!
Hugs,
Maria
What does it have on you? bill murray
it is an awesome piece
:)
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