Some socks or a sweater? I really don't know.
Thank you ALL for contributing your poems and joining us in the Poetry Month fun! Here are the rest of the poems we received last week - as you can see, it was really hard choosing winners!
A Knitter's Morning
By Kattyradie (Ravelry)
Wake up
Brew some coffee
Turn on the computer
Ahhh! Morning coffee
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Beautiful patterns knit with beautiful yarn
Dream!
Dream of cardigans, shawls, scarves, socks, mittens and hats
Wake up from the dream
Time to get ready for work
By Xlqqa (Ravelry)
I see wings in my yarn
lifting softly to fly
early spring morning we meet
the sun shines
Lady bug ladybug your landings give me a smile
I’ll help you –
be well -
ending my row -
just a few More stitches to go.
By Rogue1 (Ravelry)
First child, First blanket.
Uncertain hands--tremble, wonky.
Past year? Blocking gently smooths.
String by silvermole (Ravelry)
My love for string didn’t start young,
I was much older before I was finally stung.
I’m glad it didn’t hurt,
but, who knew that yarn could flirt.
It calls you over, “come touch me, I’m so soft and squishy and red no less”
As much as I try to pay no mind, I crumble and become a mess.
Quick! I think, take it all before it is gone,
After all, I am paying less than a song.
I am under the spell and I am handing over my money,
Jimmy Beans Wool, you must think this is funny.
That is ok, I am smiling too, because everyone knows that new yarn makes everything sunny.
Storing my Stash
By Traceyloanne (Ravelry)
I hide my stash under the bed
and in the closet
and in my dresser
I feel no guilt about this practice
I feel no shame
I am a knitter
I proudly wear this name
Stash is expected of me
and in this regard
I am not conflicted
that I find myself conforming
to the norm
I recently outgrew
all the old storage units
I promptly went out
and bought a tub
A big tub
a 20-gallon tub, to be precise
it made me happy
Now I have room for more stash
My Grandma’s Knitting – by Deborah Knight
When I was a little girl
I'd watch my Grandma knit and purl
With fleeting hands she put her heart
In every stitch...in every part.
And then one year she knit for me
A shawl as pretty as could be
With basket stitches in pure white
And I was filled with such delight
I neatly tucked that shawl away
Safe in my closet...and today
I take it out, I hold it dear
And think of Grandma who's not here.
By Deborah Knight
I know a lot of gals who say
Their Mom's a wizard with crochet.
She'll make a scarf, a vest, a hat
A purse, an afghan for her cat.
But my Mom doesn't wield a hook
Or patterns from a Red Heart book.
She'll grab her needles and a skein
And working like a hurricane
She'll knit as quickly as she can
Without a pattern or a plan
A pretty pair of argyle socks
A vest for me that really rocks
Most anything your heart desires
With clicking needles set on fire
She quickly craft a yarny treat
For someone's hands or head or feet.
She'll knit all day and purl all night
With stitches tiny and so tight.
We love her projects. They're a hit.
But check your gauge, Mom. They don't fit!
A PROJECT CALLED “NOW”
By Diane Edgerly
My most loved joy, my favorite project,
Is the one on my needles now;
Once anticipated, once in queue,
Creative pleasure, today, it endows.
The marriage of just the right colors,
With the fibers so soft in my hands;
Sometimes wool from a place not too far away,
Or a silk from a faraway land.
This present pattern I’m knitting,
Will always be “favorite” to me;
At least for today as I knit it…
Until a new yarn “calls to me”.
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