Read Time:45 Second
I saw one shy bright white cloud
Peeking behind a dark, glorious and proud one
Afraid to step up
Dragged back by how beautiful the rival’s darkness
Blind to outstretched helping hand
Truthful and secure
But if it dares stand, the stars of evening would hide
And a twilight moon would clap to handsomeness
The hand turned a mist sword
Slashing the weak grip that felt strong, bold and his ego fattened
His eyes shone, and became aware fully
He cast his net to reclaim boundary
Gaining all, plus more…
Written by: Arnold Agofure
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
Related articles
- WaZoBia NUTS (a Nigerian Satire by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson) (poetivists.wordpress.com)
- GEJ’S NATIONAL COME-FRIENDS (by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson) (poetivists.wordpress.com)
- Slaughtered (wordsrhymesandrhythm.wordpress.com)
You must be logged in to post a comment.