The Lonely night!!!

The quiet night
Where ceaseless beatings
Rains the wounded dove

the blunt smash
Hunting deep within
The bleeding wool
Of the old infant love

The arms of touch
Fingers the ears of the
Pregnant cricket
Kicking its feet to churn
A delightful corpse

The blue mountain
Runs fast with the
Iron strike of the wounded fist
Pouring good but
Dirt filled fluid

The lonely home
Filled with warm embrace
Of the loving heart
Settled deep within
The torn wardrobe

MO.

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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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