The Ocean gets much colder sometimes And the waves weaker and smaller But still takes without hesitation Another load ashore Of sea bamboo restless It takes a little longer On a different shoulder But bring its load Safe ashore yes safe Oh! Twilight flow of sea Your some day waves curls and folds Alongside two seagulls wander Me lonesome lover of the sea For eternity your ebb and flow Sulking widow of the ocean Dressed in black in mind Oh! God beside You Moving waters I miss my man next to me Where did he go Will he be back To walk my beach With me some day Like ebb and Flow Hand in hand Would he??
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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
Tinks your syles are just getting better and better.
Many thanks for your help too.
Whenever I see one I think of you....lol
Very beautiful! Your poem is as mesmerizing as the ebb and flow of the waves. Thank you for sharing this treasure.
Cynthia
So masterfully composed - your pen is shear poetry in motion my friend!!
Blessings,
Robert
Paul :-}
Hugs, Carole
wonderful poetry Tinka..
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Love,Eileen
A most beautiful poem, Tinka.