Knitting Poems

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The warmth of the sun on a wintery day alarmed my my natural senses
it made way for me to to prepare in need to gather and prepare or make
ready might the storms of near spring shall find us. Sagacious we bought
meat to freeze and potatoes to store, we gathered onions garlic peppers and salt. We

Knitting Memories in the Dark

Knit one, purl one
two knit together.
On we go, entwining begun.
Next a loop we pull to tether
Then a purl one, a reversal done.
Now a lace embrace, two as one forever.

Grandma Lulu the Knitting Queen

Grandma Lulu loved to knit.
She was the knitting queen.
She has been doing this for ninety years.
Click. Click. Click. Click.Click.

She lived in a house full of yarns.
Baby yarns, skinny yarns, fluffy yarns, shiny yarns.
Yarns of many colors, light yarns, dark yarns, balls and skeins.
Knit purl purl knit; knit purl, purl, knit.

For Christmas we relatives got slippers.
Blue,

A Sweater For The Churchmouse

Knitting a tiny woolly sweater, for a sweet-tempered mouse
He sleeps on a blue letter, that arrived from grandmother’s house
Using scraps of yarn, that came from a pair of socks
Was keeping it to darn, but seems cold dwelling in a mailbox
Started offering him pieces of cheese, I no longer eat alone
Eventually I pour us both teas,

knitting

toasty variegated yarn from Oskaloosa
the hues of colors
red blue yellow green
knitting needles are clicking along

warm mittens and slippers
afghans and shawls
a dress for a toddler
clickety clack clickety clack

God Weaves a Tapestry

Some days, God weaves a tapestry, 
Life's circumstances furiously knitting.  
Other days, leaving things to ourselves, 
She does needlepoint, while sitting.

Singing, Knitting, Painting, Drama Composing

     Song to love, song to listen and song to sing.
     In life, Music holds a specific meaning.
     In list of hobbies, Music at top to bring.

     Knitting is carried on through maternal gene.
     In

why is she knitting a nest

But why is she knitting a nest? We asked each other.
We knew the old bird was too old to become a mother.
The bird sat quietly with knitting needles clicking away.
She liked it when she confused us on a rainy Tuesday.

It was really a scarf, but she said nest to get us talking.
We are a chattery

a knitting moue

Hearing of a sitting mouse is as rare as a sock without a hole.
But today we have a knitting mouse, an afghan is her goal.
She has already made one for a fox, a frog and a foal.
This one is for her crotchety great uncle named mean Joel.

how many more slippers

How many more slippers and mittens can Elvira knit?
This was asked by her mother who was throwing a fit.
She wanted to be a grandma, so wanted Elvira to get with it.
But Elvira was now knitting hats for her slippers, the little chit.

Isn’t she interested in men? Her mother asked, as she paused to sit.
“Doubtful,” answered

Knitting

Knitting is an activity
I like to binge on and explore 
Tempted by the colours
At the local spotlight store

All manner of gorgeous hues
In all different kinds of ply 
Glow brightly from the shelves 
Priced ludicrously high 

I started off naively thinking 
I'd make something fab to wear 
Massively overestimating 
My skills and time to spare 

It's

Sew Knitting In Her Mind She's Alone Getting Into the Conversation--

Darn, fleeting her soul life, sitting away.
Rests snug against the wall twixt cabinet.
6 pots on the window sill,  stalks daylight cross.
The horizon two windows still six pots.

Views of the apartment across the street.
Minded I am nothing life’s so discreet.
Alone-quiet-gray blue antique surround.
Instilled Look N down as I AM knitting. 
Solitude and darning in mine

Knitting

I’m not as agile as before
but my heart continues to roar!
Joyous in my humble abode,
each life breath is to God an ode.

Knitting helps me focus my mind,
leaving mundane worries behind.
I’m not lonely; plants speak to me,
setting heart aflame and soul free!

By the window, back to the wall,
pictures aid memory recall
and the clock sounds its hourly

Knitting a Poetic Rib

in measured
mood
   spontaneity 
of an arrested
moment
 
 knitted
      together
with
     experiential
 symmetry

I Will Never Stop Wearing It

I love this sweater, I will never stop wearing it!
His great grandmother was thrilled, but smiled, knowing better.
When he was in college he became a dress designer.
And he turned his sweater into a man-bag
Which he carried until the end of his life at ninety-two.

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