"City" (Coming into Land in London above The Thames.)
Above the city
the serpentine river;
the bridges crossed,
with loves of mine.
Lights twinkle
in shadow-waters,
I feel the touch
of hands, entwined.
Lower still,
and all the people
swarm along the river’s path.
I remember
how one evening
your whisper echoed,
as if you laughed.
What would you make
of all the changes;
iconic buildings
jostling for space.
And now the skyline’s
like Hong Kong island;
unrecognisable,
much changed,
erased.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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