I sing a song through a bone-flute of bamboo As curling upward my voice like smoke rising Emboldened sings about love and me and you A song sung through bamboo can be surprising
Some people talk too much as they come and go But you and I have talked enough now that we Know each other so well we already know Transcending what could be said we would just be
Tender feelings are projected on the clouds By the pink-and-purple setting sun below Beckoning us rise up there above the crowds Of people who will never know what we do
Curling upward our voices like smoke rising Our song sung through bamboo will be surprising
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
God Bless,
Lew
Fee