I heard children singing this morning.
The sun had not yet even grown full.
Grass wet with dew.
The scent of the wet grass.
A red glow in the East.
Red like old gold in a brass ring.
I could not see the children.
Only the black silhouette of acacias
And the shadowed bodies of giraffes moving between them,
The red and black horizon and golden clouds.
But, their song was real.
It was honest.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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
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Regis
Excellent poetry. Enjoyed this!
Many blessings,
~Linda