dream on
as water wishes
walks it’s echoes
down
those empty streets
where music and a black
night
fall before your feet
music dreams
as you walk on
alone and yet not lonely
tearless
forever old
mark your journey
paint your feet
with the drumming of
your heart
tomorrow is the veil
across your eyes
seeing your shadow
silence is the music
in drift where
wind crosses
the empty streets
playing time games
calling forth your
final defeat
feet walking with
no retreat
Meaningful for many. But for me, I can't remember the last time I walked down a lonely wet nighttime street. It was a long time ago when I was young. Growing older means staying away from places like that. Staying warm and dry in the light of a room or rooms.
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
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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Good seeing you posting again.
Ron