Free verse, contest entry. Do not use without author's permission
Dripping wet, were we first met, defying fate,our destiny delivering us from our life's deepest, captious myriad.
Joined in a picturesque indulgence that
delivers onto us, excruciating feelings
that goes beyond sexuality,and that of a fleshy shell.
What we have is much more beautiful
than that which has ever been written,
that has ever known a sheet of virginal
white, with flawless patterns of black.
Beneath the steel-gray skies, more
stately than any curt little café,
aloft the birds which sing our song,
is where we first made love.
Two beings joined for life with just
a sigh, and a few carved words that
shall forever remain, in this park's
domain and our memories stay true ,
like our love for each other.
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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