Long Quilter Poems

Listen to the whispering's of the unhushed winds gently echoing,
Ever so softly swaying, as through a tender exhaled breath of warmth,
Delicately reawakening mother earth from winters hibernating sleep,
Broken, shattered is the frozen icy spell of...

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Listen
you who seek the secret of existence
your life is a thread in the Beloved's grand design.
Each moment a stitch each breath a color divine.

Do you see
how rain and sun kiss the earth?
Like morning dew they...

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Deborah is a quilter…she starts out with a plan…
finds her different colored fabric…then stitches them by hand.

I was admiring her handiwork the other day…when it occurred to me
How each life is like a quilt….
How every...

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She’s been making quilts
for half a century and he’s been 
making poems that long as well
and every now and then he brings 
a chocolate shake to her place
so they can take a break and talk.

He...

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I remember the stories, the pranks and the gags
That Grandpa would pull with his rattlesnake eggs
As we slowly but surely would open the pack 
We knew it was now and we couldn't look back
When all...

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More Gardening
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

The heat it just keeps rising, there’s a lot of work to do                ...

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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 were quite proud.
It was a time to share our joy
And...

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A quilt is a poem that’s been crafted
With stitches that cleverly mime
The words that a poet has drafted
In manner and rhythm and rhyme.

For in piecing a pattern together,
Every section, once stark and alone,
Must be seamlessly...

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My favorite quilting shape’s a square;
It’s simple, quick to stitch and spare.
Such plainness shouldn’t be ignored,
For it can form a checkerboard.

This pattern’s friendly and it’s neat.
To quilt beginners, it’s a treat.
Each square attaches to the...

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they are talking about fat quarters again
if you don’t know what they are, let me run this by you
thimble, needle, Elna, Singer, Brother, White
Could they be referring to astronauts?

If you think that, you are not...

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Laughter had subsided, but the stitches were coming faster and faster.
Not so large, honey, oldster said to the young one who was learning.
Quilters are particular about their stitch size, in case you did not know.
May,...

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Poetic lines
plucked out of the universe of creativity
a structure perhaps in place.

The poet's mind
a receptor
like a television receiving radio waves.

A message and a form emerges and a pattern appears
then to be arranged and carefully designed
like...

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Pity the poet who cannot produce,
When writer’s block’s mocked as a flimsy excuse.
Ache for the author whose well has run dry,
Each crumpled page taunting his need to deny.

Sigh for the sculptor who stares at the...

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