Best Sewing Poems

Sewing machine long idle, gathered dust
inside the room my sister liked the best.
Old fabric pieces lay where they’d been left.
I let my hand upon soft velvet rest.

I lit a candle like she used to do
nights of our youth when she’d gone there to keep
her mind...

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In the corner of a dark closet
Lives an old, old sewing box,
Scratched and painted blue on wicker,
With flowers on its top.

It silently holds a lifetime,
Of buttons, thread, hooks and metal snaps,
A few colored ribbons, needles, and
Half inch elastic that also snaps.

Little pearls from a baby's...

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So and Sew

I sew
it’s so

So Fine

nimble
thimble

Lost Pattern

quilted
wilted

Chain Stitch

lost link
pants sink

Running Stitch

pants torn
forlorn

Stitch in Time

mended
splendid

Long Stitch

I sew
so slow

Prickle

needle
bleedle...

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A Beautiful Collection


Artistic. Brilliant colours. Dainty embroidery.

Fragile golden hues in jewelled kaftans.

Light multicoloured needlework on patchwork quilts.

Rich silken tapestries

Unusual vestments with xstitching. Yarmulke & Zucchetto.
...

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Make your mark
Swimming with the sharks
A needle prick...

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Sewing machine, long idle, gathers dust
Its graceful frame a filigree of rust
Needle, naked pointing to its resting place
A symbol of the toll all life will take

Sunshine streams surreal through silent space
Past the broken stone that was a window case
Beams of sunlight scatter wildly in their...

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The mythical fates had a dubious task
Sewing the cloth of life for men
“How did that work?” you ask
Well, get three sisters who sew
Give each one a specific job.
When done, down the tubes you go.
Anyway get the picture…its destiny

Clotho sews the cloth of life
Putting in all...

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How to
Capture
Between pages
Or pixels
Or caught between
Stitches 
Do memories catch
Between the threads?
Does love
Linger in the ink?
One can pray
In the silence
Where laughter once rang
Find the steady beat
Of a sewing machine
Where your heart used to beat
Trying to sew
Myself back together
If I just keep
Sewing
From the heart
I can bind
My heart...

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Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
in Grandma's loft I found, the week after we
laid her to rest next to her slain husband.
He was only twenty four yet a squadron leader
when his spitfire was shot down over France.
Mother was only three at the time and my...

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Toothpaste
soap
candles
Matches
three dimes
small yellow rubber ducky
Dog treats
diet pills
red, white and blue buttons,
assortment of threads
rickrack
scotch tape
needles
missing bracelet
pincushion
measuring tape
Nails
stickers
temporary tattoos
Sewing box gone wild...

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i'm just getting started
unraveling the threads
of this tattered lonely soul
sewn so long ago

apparition's crooked hands
grapples the rusty needle
as she unsteadily threads the eye
...flashback to childhood years
where a mother ties the loop
of darkened threads
cleaved from her own spool

pierced by torment
of each aberrant stitch
i am sealed in...

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Serging through life, I whipstitch, weft, and welt,
But always, my thoughts are pick-threading.

As stippled patches of emotion rise and fall in me,
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
Just too many scars.

The mindless mind stresses itself through mental snares,
I waste away beneath it all, piecing...

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* * ° * * 

           In
        Mother
   Moon's armoire

  hang star-gilded 
   gowns of indigo
   silk, heady with
  ...

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Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust;
it's now a desk which seems a breach of trust.
Clothes made at home had always been a must.  
Married in the "dirty thirties" hard years 
for dust bowl folk who stayed despite the jeers.
Dependence on social welfare brought tears...

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The old sewing machine
Stiches noisily
The separated will be joined
The torn will be patched
But
Not the hearts that are apart
But 
Not the luck and glory that are lapsed...

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