Mud of Confusion

Dragging along
Grabbing leaves
Earth not giving a neck
To hold on its stem
Slippery slides
Swallowing muds
Mouth wide open
of the red steam pot
Salivating happily
Sticky tongues
Sharks swimming
With hot chase
To grab my heart
With chemotactic digest
Arrowing my direction
Cold grip
Shoulders the brain
With the red line
Dropped on the fence
What remains the body
Of the man
Buried in the
Mud of confusion


About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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