A cold heart beats in a dry land
as if it had a lock on love –
nought but mere tectonics moving hard but hollow bedrock
adorned today, tomorrow worn to shapeshift sands
bending to the timeworn winds of war
like all humbled human tides before
calling God to frame the fissures, drive the flock
while forced there on the fringes, life quickens, hovers.
Brothers wait to see what’s yet once more – Fools’ folly
fraught with self-righteous fervor
laying waste the landscape’s wealth and promise
reaps the whirlwinds it has wrought – and yet
the Godless pray too
and the ones whose visions view their own unseen unknowns
who deeply understand in their souls and bones
why it is we’re here:
“Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself”*
every faith’s hardest highest earthly call of all.
This has a great slow - paced rhythm Helga, like a dead march. Also liked the rhymes wich are neither predictable nor telegraphed. A good, innovative piece.
love
Ian
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
BEFORE DARKNESS FALLS Retails for 14.95 / but you can have it now for only 11.95 This is a book of poetry and prose that deals with real life issues that all of mankind comes to face. Some of the poems deal with the tenderness of love, while others s
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Great picture; depthly profound write - exceptional poem!!
Best wishes,
Robert
love
Ian
top notch message poem with totally awesome imagery ... way beyond the political landscape ...
we have all strayed.