I’m a pod a pirogue all loaded and singing as I float
overwater; I’m an
oval silken cocoon. I contain and nourish. Once I incubated new lives nine months—airborne dreams colored my life. Now overflowing -- many bright stars dance over my surface. Night and day holiness blows over and in me. Sweet music flows through harmonious worlds the tree of life.
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.
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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