Unruly Sun

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A

frosty

November

morning. The sun

opens a sleepy

eye to peep from under

fleecy rose-flecked blankets at

the waking day - then promptly pulls

the covers back up over his head.

(Oh how I wish that luxury were mine!)

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Sleeping Beauty

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In

ev'ry

skein of yarn,

a project lies

dreaming, waiting for

the touch of a loving

hand, the kiss of needle or

hook - which alone can break the spell,

wake the project from enchanted sleep,

and stitch it into loveliness and life.

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This post is my paean to the beauty that sleeps in every ball of yarn.

It's also my entry in the "Something a Bit Different" category

of the 2012 Knitting and Crochet Blog Week.

To enjoy an outpouring of creativity from knitters and crocheters

all over the world, Google 3KCBWDAY5.

P.S. If you liked my poem, would you consider

nominating it for the "Creative Post" award?

(I have already nominated someone else

but would love to get in the competition myself.)

Click here to be taken to the nomination form.

If you get a message saying the information

has already been received, that means

my name is already in the hat.

Thanks!

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To Bach on his Birthday (with gratitude)

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Dear
Johann
Sebastian,
You may be gone,
but your work still brings
beauty and order to
a dissonant world, joy to
heavy hearts, and clarity to
troubled minds. While music lives, your fame
shall live too, and your song will never die.

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Time Lapse

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What
I love
about the
first ride of spring
is feeling like I've
never been off the bike.
The weary months between rides
have passed (like the wind through my hair)
and all that matters is the thrum of
my tires on the beckoning, open road.

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Hopelessly Outnumbered

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She
sneezes,
then she coughs.
We share two phones,
two keyboards, and a
cribbed confinèd workspace.
Nor vitamins nor frequent
washing of the hands has quelled this
viral onslaught. Defeated by germs,
I raise the white Kleenex of surrender.

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Superstitious

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This
weather
is too nice -
which leads me to
suspect some wintry
horror lurking round the
bend: some blizzardry of ice
to darken March and April; some
misery of damp through May and June.
Why can't I just enjoy the sun today?

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For Lolly, on whose poetry blog I first encountered this verse form

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