Novalis wrote, "The seat of the soul is where both the inner and outer world meet". The poems here represented are a continual amalgam of life experiences, and observations. I'm hoping that as I release these poems and share them with you that they will be easy and simple to understand
Excerpt
A Lilac Not Painted
Perched high above
a mountain boulder
a swelted
unpainted
lilac
lies
entrenched
indifferent.
Her
permeated
azured colored
petals
swirl,
gyrate,
eternally flowing,
towards a kaledioscope
of nature's best
untold.
Tilted
inconspicuously
to the naked eye
its sinuous roots
extract
liquid life
from its dark womb
of conception.
Silently,
from its telluric abyss
of pods, seeds, and twines
a lament cries out.
"Hear me!
See me!"
Her wimpled voice languors,
Yet, we hear her not
nor, we see her not
so she will go
unpainted,
unnoticed,
until we are not.
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
