Best Shawl Poems

As the sun slip-slides down blue skies and sets,
clouds streaked with pink, mauve, and grey pave the way.
And the night is wrapped in a black silk shawl,
whose threads slowly snuff out the light of day.

As Mars and Venus arrive on the scene,
Luna rises to reveal...

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Fluttering golden 
brown leaves dancing on air falls 
undressing nature

The wild geese flying 
overhead a sign of peace
winter closes in

Throwing the old peat
keeping a fire burning 
as cold approaches...

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I touch the intricate, soft shawl lovingly
Recalling, gnarled hands moving delicately
O, such sublime patterns, Grandma creating
A shawl is draped upon a kitchen chair, waiting

What skill within those hands to crochet
A remembrance, a treasure, I keep today
Grandma, divine angel, from above watching
A shawl is...

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Lewis crept into Harper's Ferry
at cool dawn's light in '59
with angry John Brown,
pursed keen and unkempt
to bleed over his shawl,
then died for his wife

Mary, grew old and gray
and left that stained shawl
for grandson Langston Hughes,
to inspire him someday

Langston took Grandma's shawl 
and took oppression to...

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Grandma shivers, 
and to warm her, I wrap
an old faded shawl
around her frail frame.
A shawl she had hand woven
many years ago.

I hold her, and while she sleeps,
she touches the worn threads.
Her fingers move over the old design,
of two faded red roses.
Her eyes are closed. 
Perhaps,...

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Please do not convince me of my ignorance or naivety.
Naive to the cynic, the sun sets on my faith and all my eyes see.
Eyes see bright visions of dusk's inner beauty wrapped in sacred shawl.
The sacred shawled in heavenly grace, never shall cold nights fall.
Cold...

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There was an old lady who wore an old shawl,
knitted it herself with wool bought at the mall.
Now old and ragged, Granddaughter Pennie thought
my friends and I could knit a new one, and we ought!

Two friends agreed, but it will be a big job.
We need...

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The pebbled beach  on which we walked at dawn
The sun was dancing  singing  stone to stone
The sea was pale as silk and gently ran
The tide was coming in, the day began

Why is my memory so deficient here?
I remember little but you near
I...

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Veiled by a misty shawl of raindrops
a shy sun fails to show its face.
And colored leaves fade fast;
for trampled underground
they morph into mold,
as scarecrows sag;
abandoned
at their
posts.
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Rain
dampens
tinder hopes,
setting a mood
oft fueled by gloom;
summoning depression.
And as Winter approaches,
a melancholy grey sky weeps 
for Fall, as it bleeds...

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Prayer Shawl

When summer nights are christened
With chanting crickets –
Last of their summer season song -
Rolling fields of ripening wheat - east of the mountains -
Revisit my mind;
I picture a young woman – suitcase in hand –
Walking away – not looking back –
Face toward a city...

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Coverall and A Shawl

Remember when men wore a coverall,
And in fall women will wear a shawl;
Hair had been a bun;
Thought of having fun,
Also an apron are things that I recall.

When the day did end or start and begin,
Was while women would wear an apron
Did cook...

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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...

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There is no moon tonight.
Wine fills me with melancholy.
Movement of boats on the Seine soothe me like choral music.
Illuminated torches excite nostalgia.
The sound of an Aurignacian flute can be heard down the boulevard, or maybe only the glint of a memory.
Worn feet ache.
Tired lines tell...

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This old gal is desperate for a new coat
Rust covers her cracked and peeling frame, but
No one seems to notice for
In Winter, an icy lace shawls warmly wraps around her.
In Spring, misty dew drapes her shoulders.
In Summer, variegated greens and blues surround her like a...

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snowflakes evanesce
blankets of snow cover limbs...
and warm frigid tree...

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