I lie awake and hear the wind Talk in whispers through the trees And swear I hear it but retell All the lies I once believed. Its voice is haunting, Like a song, As it beckons through the night— Calling softly beyond the window Framed by the moon’s indifferent light.
It bows and whirls and leaps and spins, Running its fingers through the leaves, And dares the restless shadows To rise and follow where it leads. Then it climbs the trellis to my room And lingers, Tapping on the panes, Until I turn my face away From its foolish lover’s games.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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Outstanding composition... "Voices in the Wind" sings to reality.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Your imagery is excellent. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
Be safe,
Karen