Tell me why this frowning cloud
sinks to press, to wilt
my sunny, blooming further hills,
bowing for the whim,
for that demurely hostile crescent moon
of darker light.
Not mine, this lower, crying cloud,
but drifts upon as from a foreign wake
to bring a shadowed sight ...
groping through the misty, melancholic view
of tear strained eyes
toward all too bright
further hills.
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
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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Be always safe,
Karen
Edwin