Thirty-four lines, hope that it rhymes
Count once more, what a bore, it had better,
Watch for strict signs, won’t miss this time
Follow the rules, to last letter.
Opposed couplets, forward march!
On line, so fine, toss me a vine…
Burn stick incense, pour some red wine.
Iambic pentameter if you please.
If you are not able, then on your knees
And pray…
Wordless goddess never does find
That you’ve wandered out of your mind.
Epic stanza, oblique left!
Can’t count my numbers, make ends meet,
Not again, what a sin, poem in decline.
Keep up your pace, don’t drop those feet.
Repeat, find your thirty-four lines.
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Reviewed by June Thompson (Reader)
Reviewed on August 8, 2005
I know nothing of style or grace or proper format when writing-
none the less this was a real nice piece of work
much enjoyed
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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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none the less this was a real nice piece of work
much enjoyed