Spools Poems - Poems about Spools

...I open Mother's sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pinking shears, the pins, the tattered, tomato-shaped pincushion, and spool......

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...River makes its final clunk Between Hills Rolling boulders like turtle shells Empty of their mouths and hearts River bent Flailing legs and neck No longer reflects The sun and moon From wa......

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... A plastic shell, a humble, clunky friend, The cassette player till the very end. With buttons worn and maybe some dust ingrained, A portal to the music it contained. The gentle hiss before......

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... Written: May 2nd, 2025 for Brian Stand contest *********************** spools of emotion n e e d l e stitching memory a pat......

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...I am an inked ribbon fed through an old manual typewriter. Like all old typewriters, the machine originated in the belly of a behemoth steam punk engine, one already equipped with an Artificia......

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...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 emb......

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... Spools for a day. Wound up with what they say. Tighter and tighter. The insanity won't go away. A year or two marinating. Chaos has won. Then the spring becomes undone.......

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...There is a race to get to the turnstile Two young men jump over A guard yells “hey” but no one leaps to follow them I meet a stranger’s eye We both smile but not in a wide way Young women in t......

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...The house is colder now as autumn sheds its leaves the push-pull falls wildly beneath the plows along the edges of the gutters and eaves. perhaps because the house is emptied of all the......

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...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......

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...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......

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... 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......

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...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......

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

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...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......

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