Fecund sewer ingeniously knitted
An ornately crocheted potholder was made
Bragged her complete oeuvre at first
But its worthless in everybody’s sight
It may be futile or trifling
What can it flaunt is nothing
The Cuisiner's hands are sheathed
From scorching cauldron was protected
No acclaim, no reward travail
From first light to nightfall with ill
Hard work makes it smeared and filthy
At old age, it will be banished away
Limericks crochetés: Once a bitter literary critic
Once a bitter literary critic
Tore to bits his own manuscript thick
When asked politely why
He cursed and swore most high
His fans believed it to be some trick
For many a year he reigned tyrant
And column in weekly turned virulent
Books by millions sold
His pages manifold
One talked of him at every event
At parties talk-shows subways cocktails
All broke silences with pent-up wails
What could be the matter
What brought on the chatter
What caused the paper to soar in sales?*
*I would like to know. Thanks.
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
White crocheted lace against a pastel purple sky
Winter has gone; spring is nigh birds build nest with nature comply
Spring rains fall upon mother earth calling forth grasses
Giving all trees and plants a chance at a great new birth
white crocheted lace stretched
tight upon mucadines' trellis...
winter's bullace grape
Solid gray crocheted shawl veils sky.
Fringes reach down cover
distant hills, swift creek nearby.
Dampness reigns, just seems to hover.
Cool, but not cold wind softly blows.
Red Cardinal high up
supported only by tree bow.
Great trust has in ancient back up..
Eerie stillness erupts 'pon air
The silence before storm
Then the rain begins, unawares
of possible alarm.
Just comes down without any cares.
A plan, designed, a vow.
Of its potential danger unawares
Rain_ flooding storm allow?..
Rain without flooding the earth.
God's promise from above
Giving the first rainbow its birth
In the quiet, feel God's love....
Finis!