Short Crochet Poems

silk crochet-work hangs
cool dewdrop pearls embellish ~
put-out spider rest

3/17/2028...

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Spider  weaving  web  .

His  crochet  entrapment  plan  .

Yes !   sew  far  , so good  ....

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I learned how to crochet a pink heart, the whole way!
Now that's what I call a fun & fulfilling day! Hurray! :)...

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peaceful in your chair
you rock
hands turning
over blue crochet needles
making lace
fine fine loops and knots
while you tell your
story...

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My love loves to knit and crochet
And she does it all her own way
She knitted a scarf
As long as a wharf
Guess what I got on Christmas Day?...

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Raindrops
Tapdance across
Rooftops

Small loft
Downy pillows
Plump soft

Crochet
Birdsong mellow
Sunday

4/12/20

For 'Finding Your Musette' contest
Sponsor: Joseph May...

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My mind is slipping a bit more each day
Soon won't be able to come out to play
They'll lock me up
A dangerous old duck
Serve me tea and crumpets as I sit and crochet...

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Tricolor yarn soft as a baby
Do I knit or do I crochet?
Slip stitch, one knit, one purl
Scarves, booties, and blanket
One stitch at a time
Soft and pretty
So much joy
Hooker
Fun...

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My mind is slipping a bit more each day
Soon won't be able to come out to play
They'll lock me up
A dangerous old duck
Serve me tea and crumpets as I sit and crochet...

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My mind is slipping a bit more each day
Soon won't be able to come out to play
They'll lock me up
A dangerous old duck
Serve me tea and crumpets as I sit and crochet...

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Mama Mary taught me crochet
Pa Kemp taught me sure to respect her

Grandmother taught me how to cook foods that please
Grandfather, who was her protector

taught me things that.... 

I'm still learning....

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My mind is slipping a bit more each day
Soon won't be able to come out to play
They'll lock me up
A dangerous old duck
Serve me tea and crumpets as I sit and crochet


© Jack Ellison 2016...

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Leonardo The Loyal,
Slow silence lowering but
Who where we to know,
Flowing and pouring, pouring

Purple and royal his chin,
As crochet vines, looming
luxuriously, pennys as payment
Selling everything, the black agent...

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I think she had a husband once, an uncle stated firmly.
I don’t think so argued her cousin, we call him M.T. Wormly.
Where would he be? Asked grandma, looking at her crochet hooks.
I guess he’d probably be dead, smothered beneath these awful books....

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waiting is my mainstay
I am a wife and mother
I do not mind
I relish waiting

I can crochet a pink hat
tat a lacy doily
draw a dragon cartoon
write a poem

design a business card
I am a Gemini
I can entertain myself and gladly
I was lying about the doily; I never learned to tat...

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We married and spawned beauty little ones
who're now big ones yet tender and
is hard for me to know how to go 'bout
from here.

So I write
or crochet 
or whatever gets in my way 'bout
thinkin too much

pain

is a sumbitch

ain't it so and
ain't it grand
to find kindred souls
suckin' their own thumbs?...

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The yarn slips through fingers
gracefully, gratefully, 
unformed realities arrive 
and meld with each twist.

Minds remember hearts
grandmothers teach grand children
life from the start.

Crochet hooks and yarn
make squares , building blocks
for blankets and pot holder.
Building blocks of life....

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Willows bend over a celadon lake, 
                              Like village women in dawn’s stealthy light, 
                                Rinsing their hair ere the daffodils wake, 
                             And birds crochet the air with chorus bright, 
                             ‘Neath a lone cloud turning gossamer white....

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We are winding down 
Watching a full length cartoon show 
The teenagers are in their rooms 
The other four are sitting in a recliner watching tv 
Each sitting in their own recliner. 
A great close to a wonderful day 
I am so glad I had the opportunity to come today 
I taught two granddaughters and my daughter to crochet too 
I go to bed happy....

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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 a lot,
On stove in pot,
Or could crochet, knit and some flax spin.

Jim Horn...

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boobs bountifully blushing
under felon fingers
birthing bewitched bruises
mystic melody fixes
demiquaver crochet crumbling
callous coda smirking

frown squashed smirk
munchies, melody irked
la-de-da labium lurched

mirthful nipples moaning
punctured fluid puking
trailing Taylor's tongue

zeal crushed passion
boom! eerie erection.
   20:01:12:00:14...

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Well is it a wonder
That I like to 
Crochet
And purl
After all I am a writer
and have always enjoyed a good yarn

The rhyming, the rhythm
The soft sigh of wool against 
The needles
So right
Tight

Loosen my grip
On life
On reality
On nothing
Spinning that into something
And feeling the stress slip away

Thanks so much Mandy,

What more can I say?...

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I learned to embroider.
And it was fine.
Herringbone stitch. 
Tah Dah Tah Dah!

I learned to crochet
Bah Bing. Bah Bing.
Truly thought 
I had found my thing.

I learned to dance.
Hooray! All right!
I stomped and whirled
Into the night!

I learned to paint.
Oh, it was great!
Reds, and oranges, 
Thrown on a plate!

Poetry is new.
Entertains me today.
If it stops
I will not stay…....

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An Angel sent by God best describes my mum;
a more loving soul has never walked this Earth.
Mum would bottle preserves: apple, peach, or plum;
cultivate my pride, and shore up my self-worth.
And she could knit, crochet, macramé, and sew,
learning each without help; she took life in tow.
I felt comfortable and safe around her;
now, when I think of her, my tears start to stir....

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Limerick crochet: The Saga of Sea Anne-Anne

Once the Captain of the good ship Anne-Anne
Took to the waves to conquer the main.
Slept round the clock mid-ship
Towed his women aft-ship:
Yet women and ship turned on him in pain.

The Flying Oarsman won America gain
And tamed the raging waters Sea Anne-Anne.
One cup he never won
Was the Darling fourth one:
A touching tale this: the tears shed by Jane!

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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