Still waiting
For the blinding light to crack
My cocoon;
For my ripe new self to emerge,
And soon;
Extending my dreams over the shoulders
To fly …
There are no limits
There … up!
Over the sky!
Still waiting
For the blinding light to crack
My cocoon;
For my ripe new self to emerge,
And soon;
Extending my dreams over the shoulders
To fly …
There are no limits
There … up!
Over the sky!
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
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help. Beautiful
Kathy
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