Handling your love
is as fondling
the shards of broken
glass roses and globes;
smooth, supple over ages
with the dangerous ends
ready to bleed a heart
for it's restless essence
Shattered flame in a hurricane,
the air stood to watch
the Roots Rust and Jewel shine
the terror of the coast
is placid for the show
the times were fine
Every time I left, part of me died
Desperation settling in, to live
for life clearly expressed
Alas, caught in the net of silence
I am wanting merely the Absence of Fear
Comfort took the plane, Love took the rest
the dust settled, and left a mist
of tears and tyranny, hope and dreams
as the road opened up before me
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
this is powerful and wonderful writing Tyler...floria
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"expressionist" poets (to me)on Authors Den,
and these verses are no exception.
Potently beautiful...