It was
long and thin
too sharp to bend
I look away
letting my feeling hide
far from another place
on a rolling tide
my steps grow heavy
slowly I call out
no one came
It was me alone
no one else
my eyes hurt dry
for things inside
again
I look away
for another place to hide
Stark was a fitting title for this dark poem. But I'm not sure what was long, thin and too sharp to bend requiring having to try to find another place to hide.
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
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Ron