cold
as if
ice
lies upon
inside of wrist
slow
your pulse
time is forgotten
while
your soul is in
drift
will you see
within the silence
of
a death mirror
cold across your
eyes
closed
or
wide open
to rest
upon where
tomorrow dreams
You describe some of the symptoms I have. Feeling cold when the temperature is perfectly normal and dozing only partially awake to know what is going on around me.
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
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.
“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
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