Can’t any other mamas make pleats, take a tuck or hem?
Mrs. McVim, the town’s notorious seamstress asked of Dick and Jim.
Their mother was dead, so she could not help them.
She ended up shortening the tuxes of these two and their cousin Slim.
Slim’s mother was a seamstress, but too pooped at the end of the day
To do any more hemming, or seams, and she was ready to play.
Slim was appreciative as were his two cousins Dick and Jim.
They chipped in and bought a new sewing machine for Mrs. McVim
Categories:
seamstress, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Her mother was a seamstress, her aunts and grandma too
She had grown up into it naturally, serious seamstress Sue.
Her house was full of fat quarters, there were pins on her floor
Tiny bits of embroidery floss followed all her clothes out the door
She liked quilting, she was an expert, a hand-stitching queen.
Did not allow anyone to say “hand-made” in any kind of mean.
Her jackets were quilted concoctions made of a variety of fabric pieces.
She made comforters and bags for her six daughters and three nieces.
Sue's expensive sewing machine was going twenty-four seven.
Can she take all of the things she made, when she goes up to heaven?
Sue did not worry about any of this, she sewed all day and night.
Wore her spools upon her head also, she was a truly crazy sight.
Categories:
seamstress, women,
Form: Rhyme
I whispered goodbye with my forehead pressed against the pane.
My breath fogged my words as I watched you walk from my thoughts.
The loneliness is longer this time.
My side seems so bare now that the threads are undone.
I should find my sewing box.
Categories:
seamstress, break up, heartbroken, how
Form: Free verse
If you really want these highways to merge
You have to buy a giant Singer with surge.
Then you have to hire giant woman to sew.
When she is finished, the roads will be matched in a row.
I had no idea! The onlookers cried out, surprised.
It was time to do some sewing, just a notch away from sunrise.
Giant woman was enticed to begin sewing and found the pressure foot.
German faeries and gnomes were enchanted. One yelled out “goot!”
Categories:
seamstress, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Seamstress Leland is sewing up all broken hearts.
Helping to heal those sad despondent couples torn apart.
Magic in his fingertips come onto the sewing thread.
When he is finished, the heart is glowing a pretty red.
But does it work? The naysayer asks Leland in a weird way.
He replies, “If it didn’t, why would I waste my time all day?”
This makes sense to me. I admire his devotion and dedication.
He heals so many, purifying their hearts in pure edification.
Categories:
seamstress, heartbreak,
Form: Rhyme
Need a hem? Go find Mrs. Seamstress Fox.
Lost some weight? Throw that in this box.
I will take it to her, it will shake your argyle socks.
At how quickly she will fix things, Mrs. S.T. Fox.
She will cut off the extra length and make you a pocket.
With enough material left for her to fashion a locket.
She has a fast-moving Singer machine, faster than a rocket.
She could even add steampunk if you have a copper socket.
I sing her praises because I have seen what she can do.
She will make short work of whatever, in green or in blue.
She can make a collar, a dress, a ruffle, a jacket or a coat.
While you wait, she might make you a root beer float.
Categories:
seamstress, animal,
Form: Rhyme
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
Categories:
seamstress, life, loneliness, sad,
Form: Free verse
As timeless as a goddess,
I shall go forth and manifest
A life in which I feel most blessed.
Always do my best, no more, no less.
While clothed in the loveliest spectral dress,
My spirit wields the most radiant cosmic power.
A future determinable by the stars alone is for cowards.
I am a goddess which reigns even when in distress.
As shameless as a rebellious princess,
I shall always pave my own path.
Though nothing in this life is truly ever meant to last,
I will be someone who makes an everlasting impression.
While I wait for the world to further progress,
My spirit shall emulate the magic of the Zodiac.
A future can only truly ever be determined
By the will and craft of I the Divine Seamstress.
Categories:
seamstress, destiny, fantasy, magic, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
She sews a little too slow,
Sews my hand around her waistline
And the words together.
She says: You are mine,
I lean my chin on her shoulder,
Sometimes I feel new,
Sometimes I am older,
But she still ties my fingers and our eyes
She gave me a flirt,
We work together for the same,
Holding the strands
And repeating: Je T’aime
I like to pretend we are in Paris,
Sometimes under the rain,
Until she gave me a kiss
With my hands around her waist.
Evenings are lost this way:
Counting raindrops like a clock.
We do it everyday,
She sewed my hands around her waist…
Categories:
seamstress, love,
Form: I do not know?
the will of the seamstress connecting her heart to the seams
reveal the incanttations of her dreams
in the still of the night by desires calling
day shaken awake from the slumber of sleep falling
nocturnal attention astute, as if to answer the hoots of an owl
while imagination of a practiced craft bewitches the hour of the wolfs howl
hands dancing across the wall, shadows waltzing around each other
in the grasp of a moonlit night the outside would the darkness smother
undaunted by the midnight, darkness surrounding the land like an ocean
she holds stedfast to her tapestry claimed by her own devotion
Categories:
seamstress, lovenight, night,
Form: Rhyme