Meander 1 _ Poem - Needlepoint
We used to sit in the bar's dark corner
Embroidered plots and foolish schemes. Stitched bright
Pictures in life-like tones. Exuberant points
Of laughter sewed on canvas, plans for growth.
Our chosen yarns harmonized in growing
Patterns in the tapestry on which we sewed.
Again in the bar, conspirators sit, one sews
In colors vibrant and new. The other
Draws faces faded and grayed. You sit apart.
We gathered close. Our laughter sends needles
Of bright colored thread to fill our canvas.
Impossible dreams we stitch as we plot.
From your eyes jab sliver glares like silver
Needles that stitch needlepoint. Draw muted
Strands of gray tinted thread where bright colors
Once formed growth tapestries. Madame DeFarge
Grown old with her eyes on the guillotine.
She watches heads roll - her canvas unchanged.
Meander 2 - Snow - March blew in like a lion, taking down power lines and bringing in the first storm little snow, lots of ice and wind so violent trees were torn from the ground. Days later, snow came again. This time the wind was less. the early rain changed to snow and snow indeed. This time there was a lot of snow, keeping people off the roads for most of the day. The snow is melting now but they're hinting about the possibility of another snowfall. Ten days until Spring officially arrives. Will March go out like a lamb?
Meander 3 - Writing - Still pushing forward in slow steps trying to finish this book by the end of the month. I have four solid chapters. Three on the road to that state and five to push forward. Seems endless.
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We used to sit in the bar's dark corner
Embroidered plots and foolish schemes. Stitched bright
Pictures in life-like tones. Exuberant points
Of laughter sewed on canvas, plans for growth.
Our chosen yarns harmonized in growing
Patterns in the tapestry on which we sewed.
Again in the bar, conspirators sit, one sews
In colors vibrant and new. The other
Draws faces faded and grayed. You sit apart.
We gathered close. Our laughter sends needles
Of bright colored thread to fill our canvas.
Impossible dreams we stitch as we plot.
From your eyes jab sliver glares like silver
Needles that stitch needlepoint. Draw muted
Strands of gray tinted thread where bright colors
Once formed growth tapestries. Madame DeFarge
Grown old with her eyes on the guillotine.
She watches heads roll - her canvas unchanged.
Meander 2 - Snow - March blew in like a lion, taking down power lines and bringing in the first storm little snow, lots of ice and wind so violent trees were torn from the ground. Days later, snow came again. This time the wind was less. the early rain changed to snow and snow indeed. This time there was a lot of snow, keeping people off the roads for most of the day. The snow is melting now but they're hinting about the possibility of another snowfall. Ten days until Spring officially arrives. Will March go out like a lamb?
Meander 3 - Writing - Still pushing forward in slow steps trying to finish this book by the end of the month. I have four solid chapters. Three on the road to that state and five to push forward. Seems endless.
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