Best Doily Poems

delicate lace linked by crochet
labyrinthine stitches a doily a day

counted by repetitious candlelight
motherly hands of preponderant foresight

twisting and surrender of silent threads
tucking each one into...

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STILL LIFE - WITH FRUIT, DOILY AND BOTTLE

They spill!
Of her he’d had his fill
He tipped the table
Dumped!
Her oranges, apples, pears
Surprised the tea cup biddies -
Set...

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BEQUEATHED BONNIE SQUARE
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When spring is like the dawning sun
through frosted panes anticipate
the morning after winter's done.

In vernal womb where life's begun
the anxious babes of summer wait
when spring...

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She is shadowed by fuzzy cobwebs of a morning without coffee,
while dust motes mingle with the mold of time.
Gazing out to the yard, through dingy...

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Three-Legged Table

As I drove through an old neighborhood, I spotted a garage sale sign. 
I pulled off to the side of the street. With impatience,...

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Sam woke up all excited, his first circle would take place tonight,
He saw Crimson Fire sat deep into mediation, still as a rock
and noticed the...

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scoops of mid - dawn sun greet my fresh skin
touching laces of buttered stems, infant leaves,
soft-boiled branches threaded doily thin
on herbs of morn's scented face...

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Winter morning light filters through lace curtains,
Reaches down, spills onto the corner kitchen sink,
Through east and south facing windows.
The glass jar, the scrub brush and...

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Who am I? I am me, and me is having a little me time
No way!  Five days plus a weekend. 7 days, that’s mine.
It’s...

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When Kermit the Frog
Found love at his synagogue
It was unexpected
How instantly they connected

The lovely Miss Piggy
Posing right next to Twiggy
Strategically waving her doily
Batted her eyelashes...

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Every Sunday afternoon I was invited to Auntie's house for tea
outside where the sun shone like a thousand crystal watts 
a lovely table set for...

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A superpower some claim it to be.

Turning yarn into a cardigan or doily.

Click clack go the needles in a flurry.

Beginners wonder why the hurry.

“Onto the...

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The old lady down the street has passed
and left no one they could call around;
except her old cat she called Miss Sass
It will take looking...

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Headlights messaged through midnight windows 
Curtainless glass unable to subdue the urgency 
Car obtained in street nearby was theirs temporarily
Three hour drive to ship leaving...

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