Antessa and IA Poem by Poet PittinixIt's a poem about a photograph.Inspired by a photograph Antessa and I were
standing near the rock. We were posing for the
photographer. Beautiful flowers
embellished the gardens around us. She turned her back to the
rock, I put my left hand around
her waist, And I gently pulled her to
my side. Crabgrass covered the spot
where our feet were. The Assembly Hall was
visible in the backdrop. Scores of people were
walking about on the premises. I pressed my posterior
against the rock. I crossed my legs and turned
my head sideways As if I were taking a
candid photograph. She was looking straight
at the sister in front of her. It was the first time we
were taking a picture together. We were anticipating the
best possible outcome. The heat of July was
almost unbearable. Her outer garment was
shaking in the stiff breeze. There was an attractive
motif on her scarf. And she was wearing a fashionable
handbag. The photo shoot lasted for
a few moments. And we certainly treasured
every second of it. Lunchtime was up, and we
had to go inside. I courteously escorted her
to a seat in the auditorium. We sat quietly and listened
to the prelude. And we waited for the afternoon session to begin. © 2024 Poet PittinixAuthor's Note
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Added on May 19, 2024 Last Updated on May 19, 2024 Tags: auditorium, flowers, handbag, photograph, July AuthorPoet PittinixKingston, West Indies, JamaicaAboutHi everyone, I'm an author from Jamaica. I write poems, songs, and short stories. Do not send me any private messages. I came here to read and to publish my compositions, not to engage in controver.. more..Writing
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