It was back in early days of little recall
Mornings and afternoons full of free time
Spent staring into nothingness space
Trashing moments of Einstein-like ideas
Fertile for the one who had dropped off
Into his warm and comforting nod-land
Once again missing a chance to help others
During time of inactivity we think deeply
And reviewing each thought we forget it
Making room for an original to shake things
One gripping and plausible to take hold
Dragging both idea and me into a need
When watching cement set has no appeal
Signaling the beginning of something good
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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Axilea
Love, M
Fee