REBLOG: ‘Sparks’ by Paul Vincent Cannon

Poem: Rambunctious, fugitive thoughts rolled in seeking refuge and took roost in the emptiness of my mind, a mischief afoot, but what can be done? The door was open, nothing was going on, how could I refuse? I can feel them fluttering about, their eloquence so light in expressive songs of radiance, a dispersion of… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Sparks’ by Paul Vincent Cannon

Boots, or: Hoots

A Limerick Pa couldn't find his hiking boots But hearing the kids' snorts and hoots, He searched with lips pursed, Expecting the worst, And found them full of soil and roots. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #167 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offers this photo of an old pair of boots sitting on a… Continue reading Boots, or: Hoots

Squirt, or: Squirts

A limerick Her dad should have been more alert- Should have heeded the giggles and squirts; His little squirt smiled, His wild, rascally child; And smeared paint all over her white shirt. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #159 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration for writers to produce art.… Continue reading Squirt, or: Squirts

Rascal, or: Dusht (दुष्ट)

An Ovi The imp caused a hullabaloo Pouring out her sister's shampoo Into their mom's fruit chutney stew- How both wanted to punch her! They chased her from the bungalow Like juggernauts with dad in tow Through the veranda (what a show!), Their metal bangles jangling. d'Verse poetics: The Indian connection At d'Verse, we were… Continue reading Rascal, or: Dusht (दुष्ट)