AS WE AGE, LIKE GOOD WINE, WE GET BETTER. THE BITTERNESS FADES AND THE TASTE/MEMORIES OF PERFECT THINGS/LASTING THINGS REMAIN...ALWAYS. BLESSINGS, LOVE AND FAITH TO YOU AND YOURS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
"Of your needs, to satisfy my wants." How true and how well captured. I like the way you draw, William, upon images of the desert for "that which fades". Again, truer words were never spoken. Being an expert on the desert, having lived in Arabia Felix for many years, I know how nothing stays the same, and that everything fades, like the desert mirage. A beautiful, heart-felt and yes melancholy poem, a human poem. Thank you. John
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
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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KOOL...........
TRASK...
Love ya!
Jane
but very powerful memories.
Well done!
Ron
My writing pal, we must do a collaboration, you are ready aren't you?
I love how bittersweet this poem is.
Much peace, love and light,
Amber