With trembling hands
he coaxed
the pair of unsteady chopsticks
to pick up a morsel,
bringing it
gingerly
to his mouth.
With shivering jaws
and chattering teeth,
barely chewing,
it was yet
another struggle
to finish up his food.
Day after day,
meal after meal,
the frail old man
perseveres
to satisfy
his constant hunger pangs.
20191008
#Poetry #PoetryByHaroldHuang #Inktober
Frail
A Spoonful of Malaysian Magic
An Anthology — A burong descends from Tansang Kenyalang in the midst of a dire catastrophe. A shapeshifter f...
-
An Anthology — A burong descends from Tansang Kenyalang in the midst of a dire catastrophe. A shapeshifter f... -
Writing Amok: On Leaving Malaysia to Find It Again You write what you read. And I grew up reading English books by Enid Blyton, CS Lewis... -
Saturday, 2020.04.04. Movement Control Order Day 18 Yesterday I was confused by two contradicting set of results released by the authoriti...