The sunlight protrudes
through the window nude
but it does not bathe my head,
only my knee instead.
There is no enlightenment
that will relieve this predicament.
The light cannot penetrate
a mind in clothen state.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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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Try knocking on your knee-caps and ask who's in there.
Sandie Angel :o)