Crochet Defined

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Crochet
Noun
1. Buffet of choices: so many hooks; so much yarn.
2. Voices speaking from the thread. Memories caught everywhere you look.
    Seeking tales from the bedspread, the mittens, the tangled knots.
Verb
1. Twist and pull, pull and twist, again and again, and again.
    Wool enrolls in sweaters. Cottons enlists in motifs with poise.
    Each project better than the last, becoming chief of all.
Example: Play the day away, sit back, crochet.

Wonder

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When you’re sitting on the grass
Just letting the time pass
Any moment magic can be born
So look up and see the unicorn

Oh the Fair!

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Fair weather reigns for the glorious fair
where you wander through the enchanting wares.
Say you’ll return, oh but when? Do not say;
today is set aside as a wondrous day.

Forget your woes. But the fair don’t forget,
for here laughter thrives. Treasure it for
besetting days devoid of mirth; beset
your terrors with delights held in your

heart; in the dark you’ll not grow faint in heart.
So recall the fair and the sky just so
Part the crowds, enjoy the sights, every part,
oh, the games and rides and everything oh!

Delight in the joy for these delights
light the grim gloom with shimmering lights.



This is a Shadow Sonnet, where the first and last word of each line is the same. It makes for some interesting writing. I cheated a little, but I think the end result isn't bad.


 

Points of Departure

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caught in crystal
stars and planets
a long way from home
paradise lost and
paradise regained
the last battle



Written for dVerse, where we were challenged to create a poem out of book titles on our shelves.

Ramble

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Across the trellis
Fluttering
Roses ramble on

A Flock of Words

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Somewhere there’s a flock of words
Searching for pastures of paper
Thirsty for a lake of endless ink

And once they’ve steeped in ink
Off go those frolicsome words
Rolling and rolling across the paper

Until at last the paper
Lies covered in ink
Rife with the imprint of words

With just a little ink and paper, so many words are caught

Freeing the Bridge

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Wild weeds grow o’er the road
for no creature lingers here,
no sound of finch nor toad,
just the dank stench of fear.
But the bridge still stands robust
a delightful spot for a stroll.
Yet, the pleasant sight spawns mistrust,
for under the bridge dwells the troll,
with a chilling baleful glare
and razor pointed teeth ready to bite.
Only fools venture there,
arrogant fools - and the knight,
with a sword and a shield
and an iron will that refuses to flee,
the troll is forced to yield
to her and at last the road is free.

Small Pleasures

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Yarn in many colors
Many sounds and sighs
Happy visions unfolding

Words scattering across the page
Fluid poems diving into novels
Windows to other sights of life

Small pleasures build up to something grand

Guarding the Road

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Across the river spans the ivory bridge
Linking perilous roads from to ridge to ridge
In the turbulent waters below
Dwells the troll
He keeps the bridge and guards the road
If you chance upon him do not run
Though his tusks are sharp and his mace can stun
And he could smash you into a blot
Without a second thought
Don’t try to hide
Just accompany him down to brunch
Where he’ll serve plums and quiche and punch



This is an update to a poem I wrote last year: Bridge Troll and shared with dVerse.

Little Leaves

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Lost against the bark
Minuscule leaves are
Nature-shy as they try
Out new life in the air
Proving the worth of spring before
Queuing up and rushing out

The Hunt

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Intruders lurk in my house
unseen. When I spy the mouse,
I attack and cannot rest
until death befalls the pest.

Tangle

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Little bits of yarn
Tangle up
Creating stories



Combining crochet and writing, what could be better?

On Cue

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The snow has melted
Sinking through
The ground down to where
Roots wait patiently
For the sun
Springing up on cue
Clothing the world anew
With vibrant
Blooming, rejoicing life

I Want to Meet You

 It has been long my friend; I want to meet you
And speak with one another face to face
Throw open the door widely and greet you
Standing here together in the same space
Thus the threshold becomes a holy place
Where we can freely laugh and weep: converse
Knowing we’ve o’ercome the very worst



Written for dVerse. This is my attempt at a Chaucerian stanza, a seven line poem in iambic pentameter. Writing in meter has never been my strong point, so it's far from prefect. I think though, we are all eager to see each other in real life.

If you have the inclination, you are invited to join members and friends of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on April 10 in Fasting and Prayer for relief from COVID-19. Everyone is welcome to participate.

Dredge for Toasted Stars

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Everything’s coming up roses
Thorns striking up a foxtrot
Their fragrance singing all the time
The wooden door has lost its key
Smooth worn metal from the many fingers
That never held it
And caused the hens to lay
The purring painting of opportunity
When you knelt in the night sky
Dredging for toasted stars
And the fox will say
Machines will learn
And burnished roses glow
Beside the wooden door



This mixed up little poem comes from a prompt called "Twenty Little Poetry Projects." There's a list of twenty random things to stick into a poem. I didn't get all of them, but it kept me entertained!

Dreams

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The fleeting light of singing stars
And bursts of color never seen
Paint the night with a scintillating
Dream that curls like a leaping cat
And stretches like a noontime shadow
Twisting, growing steady until
It disembarks in sunlight and paints the world

Value

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Of all that’s valued high,
prices reaching to the sky,
many glint with gold
or sheen of something old.
Yet with all this social distancing, I can’t decide
which is valued most: Meeting you sans screen?
Or rolls of toilet paper stacked close by?


Written for dVerse.
 
I've been thoroughly enjoying all the posts and pictures highlighting the importance of toilet paper to our current society; they've been bringing a much needed laugh. 

On a more serious note, please consider joining members and friends of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on Good Friday in Fasting and Prayer for relief from COVID-19. Stay safe everyone!

How to Read a Book

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It’s a quest to pick just the right book
as you search through every nook
running your fingers over the spine.
Does the title sound sublime?
is the cover so faded it’s hard to view,
or is it crisp and bright and new?

When you finally pull the tome off the shelf
and hide away with just the book and yourself
do the words erupt and leap off the page,
or are the characters all hiding backstage?
Where are you going as the pages flip by
while alone upon your couch you lie?

Now that your journey’s begun
there’s work to do before you’re done.
For you’ve become both jury and judge
opinions are forming; will they budge?
Does it please you, or do you learn?
Will you set it aside before the last page turns?

Each and every book is change
no matter how large the range,
they cause your thoughts to readjust.
Inspiring doubts; creating trust.
So will you venture into the fray
and learn how you will change today?



Looking for a life changing book? Try The Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ.

Sunrise

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Watch the light as it plays
Building up a full new day
Tossing up pink and yellow rays

First, just a hint of rosy rays
Peeking over treetops as they play
Then suddenly; a scintillating day

Such a glorious new born day
Wrapped in the sun’s vibrant rays
As they flash and glint and play

And when the play is done, day sinks down into setting rays.

Splendid

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Splattering of ink
Spilling words
Splendid thoughts and rhymes

Monarch Revisited

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Inching o’er the milkweed stalk
munching leaves around the clock;
it has no time to stop and talk,
but continues on its hungry walk
feasting throughout the day.
Until at last it can begin,
to spin and spin and spin,
before retreating deep within,
hanging in a grand display.
On the branch, bundled; sleeping
resting from its insect creeping
in renewal steeping
tucked away from gazes peeping;
the chrysalis sways.
And morphs from gentle green to clear
until at last the cracks appear
now it’s time for the premier:
watch the tenant fly away.
Flitting now from flower to flower,
glorying in its newfound power;
as it wiles away the hour
monarch of this fragrant bower
lights upon a purple spray.
Glances o’er its fertile land,
where mint and lilac hand in hand
fan out like jewels in vistas grand
under the sun’s dazzling rays.



I started this poem back in 2019, updated it back in February, and then revisited it again now. I think I'm done at this point, but who knows! Shared with dVerse for OpenLinkNight.

Anticipation

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Awaiting with glorious longing most
Natural and human I do not boast
The patience of saints instead
I posses an intolerance for the hours ahead
Counting the minutes twice over
In case I’ve counted wrong, moreover
Pacing around and around
And around again I’ve found
Tricks the time into stretching out
Increasing until I’m compelled to shout
Of the unfairness so I scream and vent
Not until the time is past can I rest content



An acrostic poem.
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