"The wishes of all of us sparkle in the dish / Which holds our hopes to be drawn up to dance once more"
This Fountain of Us
for Mike Escobedo
The fountain in the spring belongs to anyone
Who needs it in this bright midmorning of the year
We approach this embodiment of memory
Its waters emblematic of our presence here
As through a looking-glass of hope in which to see
What we might do arising from what we have done
And over and under it goes as we wonder
Where we might be next spring and what our days might bring
Just like our parents did and all who came before
All we can do is hope and maybe make a wish
For our kids and us and better understanding
While other people's wishes sparkle in the dish
Which holds our hopes to be drawn up to dance once more
This fountain for all seasons is for everyone
Who needs a penny-wish or wants a memory
The pennies of our memories shine in the sun
Reminding us that we are here and not only
That we are here but also that we need to be
For our kids and us and better understanding
The wishes of all of us sparkle in the dish
Which holds our hopes to be drawn up to dance once more
Wherever our spring whatever our days might bring
What we feel today is what will mean most of all
When we feel confused by the chill of November
The fountain in the spring is what we remember
This fountain of us: winter summer spring and fall
Hello Steven,
"What we feel today is what will mean most of all
When we feel confused by the chill of November
The fountain in the spring is what we remember
This fountain of us: winter summer spring and fall" This Is Beautiful As is The Whole Poem which makes me want to kick off my heels & step into the fountain & get quickly drenched & splash
(before authorities come)
Embrasse'
Vickie
Reviewed by Charles Sammons (Reader)
Reviewed on March 17, 2008
Steven
We should all bathe in this fountain of "over and under" and let these waters of life cleanse, enhance, reveal.
Quite beautiful.
I chose the boxing ring where all lovers must go.
Two boxers
a darkened arena
every empty seats
a spotlight
in the center of the ring
a bright candle
it's silent no echoes
just the smell of sweat
and stale cigars
the darkness readies
for the main event
as championship as you're ever gonna' see
on velvet feet
they enter the ring
with blazen name-sakes on their backs
it's everlast and bright silk
to no applause
no announcer barking their names
no manager in the corner
I hope we don't need a cut-man tonight
just two hearts
two lovers
about to embrace
in the dance of life
no cutsey-pie ring girl
showing the rounds
nobody cares what round it is anyway
the ten count has been waved
all the training
all the pain
just the taste of the mouth peice
it's now showtime ladies and gentlemen
always protect yourself
the bell rings
gloves touch
as lips must
circling
circling
two winners center ring
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
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"What we feel today is what will mean most of all
When we feel confused by the chill of November
The fountain in the spring is what we remember
This fountain of us: winter summer spring and fall" This Is Beautiful As is The Whole Poem which makes me want to kick off my heels & step into the fountain & get quickly drenched & splash
(before authorities come)
Embrasse'
Vickie
We should all bathe in this fountain of "over and under" and let these waters of life cleanse, enhance, reveal.
Quite beautiful.
I chose the boxing ring where all lovers must go.
Two boxers
a darkened arena
every empty seats
a spotlight
in the center of the ring
a bright candle
it's silent no echoes
just the smell of sweat
and stale cigars
the darkness readies
for the main event
as championship as you're ever gonna' see
on velvet feet
they enter the ring
with blazen name-sakes on their backs
it's everlast and bright silk
to no applause
no announcer barking their names
no manager in the corner
I hope we don't need a cut-man tonight
just two hearts
two lovers
about to embrace
in the dance of life
no cutsey-pie ring girl
showing the rounds
nobody cares what round it is anyway
the ten count has been waved
all the training
all the pain
just the taste of the mouth peice
it's now showtime ladies and gentlemen
always protect yourself
the bell rings
gloves touch
as lips must
circling
circling
two winners center ring