Portrait of a Blue Sun
By SELAH
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Portrait of a Blue Sun is a collection of poems of a young ghanaian poet who attempts to make sense of the emotional choas of growing up. These poems are delicate and vulnerable yet capture the intense emotions of love, hope, grief and aceptance of self. The poems span every aspect of the coming of age experience and colours it through the unique lense of the author. This is her debut work. A first fruit of many more literary musings.
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Portrait of a Blue Sun - SELAH
By: Selah
Copyright © 2024 by Selah
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TABLE OF CONTENT
PART I: Trinkets from my rainbow mind
Ye are gods
Dead paper is a relief to my mind
Sons of the light, dance for me
Consecrated unto eternity
Toy graveyard
Freak of nature
Hygge
Colour blind
People watching
Weeping beauty
What will become of me when I rise
Treasured quills and mouldy runes
In an alternate universe
Odd one out
I can write
Dreams
Haunting house
The tall tale of a melancholic phlegmatic
Remember me
PART II: Love and the melancholy circus
The little lone bird
My Best Friend
For those I miss
After love
Iloveyou with no spaces
For love lost
Edelweiss behind my ear
My Best Summer
PART III: Tablets to inspire
You worked hard today
Inner child
For her...
The waiting
You are a man now
The body
People with scars
PART IV: Divinity has found home in you
Not religious
Whose report will you believe?
I breathe still
Peace to the city
Keys to the kingdom
Blood Bought Bride
PROLOGUE
I find myself in the midst of the faceless mass, floating through the fog and down that familiar path of normalcy. I really do hate floating with the crowd. Where is the history? Where is the meaning? I will forsake the Broadway. So, I’d hereby like to thank a supposedly normal society for being but normal and exposing its weakness through its mere existence. I have seen a glimpse of the light, through the holes and wholes of your winding weave of normalcy. The seams were crooked, I’m not sorry I saw through them.
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Here lie my emotions and thoughts
Broken and made bare
So I can exalt God above them all.
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And he saith unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
2 Corinthians 12:9 (KJV)
PART I: TRINKETS FROM MY RAINBOW MIND
YE ARE GODS
Before time began, before the oceans raged in their depths, even before the earth tore itself apart and bled fire and brimstone, a phantom lingered beyond the hem of reality. Delicate and otherworldly.
It flittered here and there with no body and no mind, yet it embodied eons. A piece of eternity drenched in the deepest, thickest hues of love and knowledge. Even before the worlds were created, it whispered over the shadows of destinies yet to unfurl. Over the cries and laughter, over the wails and tears, over vain passions and emotions, it saw it all. These were dreams waiting to be a reality.
They will soon slip over into flesh and blood and bones. They will soon be materialized... Immortalized in the cruel loop of time. But oh no, they were so beautiful here, where she could see them in their glory. Where she could see the end to their wails and tears. Here they were perfect, all knowing... powerful.
It was a pity. A divine sadness, that they had to be transcended into flesh and bones where they become caricatures of their divine calling. The elements will show them no mercy. They will be beaten by hail and rain and the earth will swallow them whole. They will become weary and blurry eyed. Some may be fooled by the circus lights the consuming darkness jingles above them.... others will self-destruct. She wept for the gods who will die like men. She wept for divine beings who will be reduced to servants of time and money. Beautiful and enchanting heavenly beings who will throw their pearls to the swine.
Yet before all hell broke loose, before the word was uttered for everything to be, here they lay, whole and perfect .... invincible.
Wasn’t it unnecessary? To speak mortal life into eternal beings? To make them live like a competition, a sick race to see who can find the red strings and root themselves back to divinity so that they can live again as they used to, when they finally wither from their frail mortality?
Can’t she stay like this with them? And forget the mortal realm. Can’t we be kings and gods forever here? Beautiful and enchanting in divine glory?
What was life anyway?
What was breath anyway?
That glorious spectacles had to be crushed and bottled into flesh and bones?
DEAD PAPER IS A RELIEF TO MY MIND
The good sun kissed the ragged bark of the tree and fed it and loved it. The vines grew and