Spools Poems - Poems about Spools

...Where to run? There's nowhere to go Where to hide? I can't go below I cry, I cry I sigh, I sigh The world's a mess As am I So when I'm stressed I look to the sky Why, oh, why was I p......Read the rest...

...It simmers. This constant invisible, hovering like a wasp in the forever periphery threatening lightning strike yellows, sudden and unbidden. It spills and spools, down into black stripes meltin......Read the rest...

...Weaving Work I In contemplation I remember this often Such a strange dream. ......Read the rest...

...Most of my precious childhood memories center around my mother. She’s the reason why I’m alive, why I smile, and why I cry. The memory of her, her strength, her compassion, and her integrity flow thr......Read the rest...

... Journey Journal Page HYMN AND PSALM By Leon Enriquez Here we now pray Fond hymn and psalm Upon the way In surreal calm Now soul and heart Join body-mind As breath feels art In......Read the rest...

...I open the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pins and pincushion, and spools of thread. I gaze at the metal spool-shaped bob......Read the rest...

...Written: November 19, 2023, For Ink Empress Contest The garden of the world has no limits except in your mind. Its presence is more beautiful than the stars with more clarity than t......Read the rest...

..."When threads of love are frayed, a heart is left threadbare and broken." ~ by poet. Threads from my yesteryears remai......Read the rest...

...Please help yarn hexed door neighbor... Yours truly pinned down by invisible vestiges of coronavirus and getting attacked from angry plague of buttons, plus huge spools of yarn grossly misto......Read the rest...

...Like a fine mist that dissipates in air or spools of gossamer thread My thoughts go round and round in my head 'til I awaken and nothing is there......Read the rest...

...I opened the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pins and pincushion, and spools of thread. I gazed at the metal spool-shaped ......Read the rest...

...Sometimes you have to break So that the light seeps in Slowly through open cracks Sealing scars and your fears Shining bright inside out Sewing cloaks of wisdom Spools of thread now untwined. ......Read the rest...

...He assumed they were just not used to the intricate mechanisms of a Browning Box camera. Images of his young life never taken. An undeveloped child, an unrecorded life. At aged seven an awkward......Read the rest...

...Forever looms omnipresent in my numbed mind, ominous warning of what yet may come. Your life stolen too young, too soon. Dreams that this n......Read the rest...

...Upended side silhouetted curves Guitar gut succumbs concave pummel Stroke of silk amber timber turns Tranced incessant performer to animal Strings emit......Read the rest...