Passing through the day,
in a silk shirt, a pencil skirt,
hair gathered in a loose bun,
a few strands dancing with the wind.
The sky hangs grey,
autumn leaves rush by—
their colors whispering goodbye.
Tag: artist
Poet in the Park
Dear ol’ poet in the park,
with a smile spread across the face
and hands in the air
you welcome passersby
to stop by your side for a while.
Be it sun or rain,
you’re there all day, every day.
A hope to the hopeless,
a pause for the busy,
a smile for a frown,
a joy for the moody.
When I stopped by and noticed the twinkle in your eyes
I realized that stars don’t just shine bright from afar,
they sing sweet poetic words of melody.
Day 6 – Rodent
Day 6 Inktober – “Rodent”
Today Rumpy the Rat decided to make cheesecake so he used all his strength to carry a cheese mountain on his back for his cheesy affair.
Day 3 – Bulky
Day 3 Inktober – “Bulky”
Always brains over brawn, but at times strong arms can make me weak in the knees.
Light seeped in
Through a cracked window
Illuminating the room.
Paint brushes and stained cloth
Lay scattered on the
Greying dusty wooden floor.
An artist worked tirelessly
Somewhere in a corner.
Her beauty, a marvel
To the artists’ eyes.
But every night,
She cried herself to sleep
Coz her love was blind.
Nuraine Sadaf 