The pace, the flow, the rhyme, the words are just glorious.
When the poem arrives you just have to penn it, before it runs away.
I can feel you sense of urgency to scribble the poem where ever you are, then, at home, try to decipher the quickly scribbled notes.
I well know the feeling, Annabel. There are times that I so desperately want to write but, for me, there has to be more than a desire to write as my mind must hit on something that I "want" to write or everything put onto, so to speak, paper is false to me. For me I must have inspiration or all appears false.
Your friend, Mark
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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That pesky muse will understand
Your voice proclaims the soul is free
The quill posts truth by your very hand
Patrick
And my soul is free,
I’ll leave behind
A part of me!
And that will be a fine legacy, Anna. A fine poem well-shared. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
When the poem arrives you just have to penn it, before it runs away.
I can feel you sense of urgency to scribble the poem where ever you are, then, at home, try to decipher the quickly scribbled notes.
Indeed, poetry does leave a part of ones soul.
Sheila
Ron
Daniel
Blessings,
Christine
fee
Your friend, Mark
Wonderful!
Happy Friday.
John
GOD BLESS YOU
TONY