burnt red lonely sky
where butterfly dreams
fly
belief in the shade
of memories
sometime tomorrow
slow wind drift
sorrow
blood upon the stage
hard steel string blues
late night dancing
chancing her name
across where silence
precedes
sand across a wooden floor
seeds afloat
you dance
alone
I assume you are referring to the one and only, Janis Joplin. Many years ago, I wrote a poem to her that still, does not do her justice for what she suffered.
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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