This is written with my grandfather in thought, who died in 2002.
The biggest and best male influence in my life.
The best man I ever knew.
The only father I ever knew.
Winds blowing I hear whispers in the wind Moon is eluminating Casting shadows about below it I feel a chill around me But the air is warm Something evades me My eyes are hazy What am I missing
Winds blowing I hear my name whispered by the wind It's softly spoken I feel a presence An answer to the chills
Winds blowing I hear my name on his lips A lasting impression in my mind Yet he eludes me No form in the moons shadows
Winds blowing There's stiring all around me I search in the haze for a face A Form to fit the Ever feeling presence It still eludes me
Gentle breezes Is all that's left The whispers have vanished Gone with the wind Leaving no more shadows Impressions are all that is left
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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.
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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I am happy that atleast one man has left a great indentation on your life, that holds you in good stead.
Eluding and shadows with the gentle warmth must comfort you oftentimes.
A great poem of gratitude for one who loved you so...