I Ate The Sun Poem by Michael Achile Umameh
I Ate The Sun
I ATE THE SUN
I am.
My mother's feminine face of God
She bled.
She bled. And I am.
Unspeakable joy
In the thousand tickling fingers of wind
Hideous strength
In the river of hidden lives beneath the ice
Deep gladness
In the footprint of nurture's fires
Compass rose
In the labyrinth of my turbulent inner Ocean.
In the starving nights of years
She fed me the sun
Am I glowing?
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5/6/2024 3:01:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a great poem, with very compelling imagery. Quite mystical and at the same time lyrical in its whole expression.
Thanks for your appreciation. Its very helpful.