She sat down and waited,
As minutes ticked away,
As bluebirds flew by,
And clouds kept changing,
From one form to another,
And she was young, No longer,
As lines showed here and there,
And her skin was smooth and soft,
No more,
Everything sagged here and there,
Yet her heart waited,
Happy with joy,
Merry with youth,
Full of love lost,
Gone with time,
Rolling fast.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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
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
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Sandie May Angel