Son of the Morning

Son of the Morning

I

laid up on the soft beds of the cloud

Blaring
from west was the devil’s music

And
watched as man danced raved and cheered out loud

Night’s
beauty lost in the moment’s magic

 

I
am son of the morning

 

I
laid my hands on jaws on the soft cloud

I
had to run fast from the north’s violence

Man
shed blood; I heard a cry in the crowd

The
torments the pains the cry of silence

 

I
am son of the morning

 

I
laid faced up on the soft fleecy cloud

Adhering
to sweet wisdom from the east

The
home of the sun, man was well-endowed

In
here never ceased was the honey feast

 

I
am son of the morning

 

I
peered up at purple skies gone were the cloud

In
the south, I had need for man’s pleasure

Here
I watched man; bold beautiful and proud

With
a maid in love I fell, at leisure

 

I
am son of the morning



6 thoughts on “Son of the Morning” by chisom oji (@chisom)

      1. LUCIPHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  1. To be honest, the many grammar issues with this poem made me not appreciate it as much. I’m left wondering if the missing article for “son of the morning is deliberate. What of the left out commas? Or are these part of the style?

  2. This is the kind of poem that makes me fall in live with nature all over again.
    u really touched my hart here…

    The left out commas like @Myne pointed out though was, really detracting from the poem’s beauty.

    kudos!

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