art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
A very short noon
I sat on the terrace, watching as people walked like ants scurrying for the next objective. They are examplary beings. Boredom clear as day on my face, something caught my eye. In the middle of the scramble, I saw the figure of a woman using the arm of a young man as walking stick. Her back arched, shoulders trembling, her steps as a tortoise. Her faced sagged, body faded like an overwhelmed clothe, skin folded like an hurriedly wrapped book.
By KOMO BANTON3 years ago in Poets
