A Cut of Two worlds


A cut of two worlds
A preacher in the morning
A seducer in the lamp
that turn Night’s eve

The trousers won’t stand fit
The tie, red in true origin
House after House
The train horns, for the best
of the moon’s kill

The names,
Synchronically filled, like wild grasses
on a fruity field

Familiar birds perch in,
Noisy noise, grill talk and wet lips

A soft hidden tales
The neighbours won’t
Find a suspect to battle with
The wife won’t cry loud
and a note of bottled ink

A Cut of Two worlds
invisible to the wandering world
Time is a bottled clock
for the truest crack that reveals
man with a double identity


Image courtesy: guistavhoiland.com


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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2 Responses to A Cut of Two worlds

  1. kph52013 says:

    I love this Michael! What it points out to me is that life is a struggle between our two human choices: great goodness, or great evil.


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