Best Quilting Poems

Does Quilting Send You *****
by Bob Moore                  ...

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The moon dances 
on lonely nights,
to astral beams of
the clear quartz milky way~
I lay in an olive meadow
designed in fragrant
promises,
hidden between thorns 
and thistles disguised
as...

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Today I thought I lost my keys
And knowing what’s at stake,
I searched like crazy, but my husband
Took them by mistake.

An hour later, for a class
Of...

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Quote:  Every day is a page to write a new story.


DAILY DEWDROPS 

Freshly fallen snow,
no print left yet.
An empty box,
with no pretty bow.

I get...

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Cooling off in falling months, approaching dusk.
Coordinated chill and quilting of snow, brusque.
Cooking lots of soup, beating down dough,
as the wind whoops on a weeping...

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I remember you holding me in your arms
Rocking me gently while singing lullabies

I remember when you lived a short walk away
Relatives were local and get-togethers...

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Eye catching patterns in colourful squares 
Were carefully stitched by gifted old hands

Commissioned for years to sew her fine quilts,
Her quilting designs were sought through...

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Breathe in the scent of cool autumn air
Watch it softly wafting Pele’s hair.
Hues adorn leaves in bright vivid shades
Drinking in water as fresh rain cascades.

The...

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Warming lights surround you
Quilting the sharp silence
Outside dawn begins
Earth starts stretching 
Straightening out the knots
Caught from hours of slumber
Night moves on to blacken another sky
And...

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Through solstice of cycles, time's pageant greets
a year with springtime quilting a floral crochet,
meandering on a lattice of  verdant woodlands
as my Taurus-essence radiates in...

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What purpose do I choose to live;
remaining aloof from evil practice and intent?
What meaning can we find to live,
reversing "evil"
that could transcend our individual absence...

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I almost went to Florida
To visit with my aunt
Until the virus landed
And my plans it did supplant.

I almost got a chance to see
A Sarasota treat.
The...

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In grammar school, my favorite part
Was weekly show and tell.
It was the one activity
At which we’d all excel.

We’d bring to class most anything
Of which we...

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Try to pick a date to meet
A few retired friends
And find it near impossible
For everything depends…

On travel plans or visits
With the kids from out-of-town
Or babysitting...

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Sweeping the dust and mud 
From plank floors--mending and quilting
Needles, thread, and braiding scrapes
Baking days and washing Mondays
Tubs of water, fires and aching backs
The cabin...

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