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A Thousand Setting Suns

by: Etornam Kassah

The tall tree that refused to dance was made to do so by the wind
The sapling that just rose had to move to its whim
Time came, and time went, and both were marked without and within
The sapling was bent in the direction of the wind
The tall tree on the humic soil did wind

A thousand setting suns on my life did shine
A thousand rising suns in my heart did rise
Each sun had a tale to tell, in my quest to make life mine
My early suns were warm and sublime
My noon suns shone hot and fierce; for my early suns I did pine

A hundred suns did come and go, each left an annulus on the heartwood of my soul
Like a cathedral bell they hit my soul with their toll
Five hundred suns on my soul did smile
Five hundred sunsets on my soul did shimmer
Leaving me with memories of their glimmer

A thousand suns shone through the dim of my youth
As to find myself i did seek to prove
Clouds came to shade from the suns
Dark, bulbous clouds of fury
Venting their icy drops on a vulnerable me
Bruising my delicate leaves with their torrent
Yet nourishing my roots to make me resilient and grow to become a formidable tree

In the forest of my inner pith a thousand suns have come and gone
My bark has hardened and lignified to shield me; yet my pith is malleable
Each cloudy day makes me fold my leaves........Into my inner self they coil
I am the sunflower and her sisters.............i follow the sun........
I return to my crouching with their setting
For with the bleak of the night
We can all rest............

Until a million suns shall rise and set

by Etornam Kassah

(First time I'm guest featuring anyone on any of my blogs. Etornam is a very talented poet, a marine biologist and most importantly a great friend)

Jan. 2011
 


Picture via Kwasi Adu

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