Poetry burns like a flame in the night
Guiding the reader with its flickering light
Gathering together the mists of their souls
To feed their emotions as each line unfolds
Painting such pictures with each passing line
The body at times, plays tricks with the mind
Passion and pleasure wash over this plane
When the portrait of lovers a poem does explain
Memories of those we hold in our dreams
Come to life vividly through poetry's seams
Blisters the imagination with each pulsing rhyme
Leading each reader to a more sensuous time
Lines set to rhythm lend wings to us all
Close your eyes tightly...do you here its call?
Let the words flow as they sweep you away
To a world of pleasure where fantasies play
A time forgotten in this harsh, darkened world
Where beauty and magic can again be unfurled
“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
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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