A small boy wriggles with impatience.
Pompous presenters pontificate interminably
on the anomaly expected any minute.
They are anxious to display their erudition,
profit from the chance to explain their research,
spout their superior knowledge.
The small boy cares nothing for their words.
He wants action,
experiments with grotesque goggles,
peers through smoked glass
spots the sun with a bite out of the side.
He giggles. Is that all it is?
Oh well, I’ve seen it now. Can I go and play?
Victoria Slotto at dVerse Poets’ Pub asks us to consider a richer use of verbs. Not feeling particularly inspired this morning, the first thing to grab my attention served as my theme.