I contemplate my needle
and stare in deep concentration,
as I follow the thread of conversation
that echoes through my fingers. 

x marks the spot 
lined up like penny soldiers
quite handsomely placed
and properly aligned.

I whistle a tune
and trace a pattern
as my gaze sees sights not yet created,
frogging is not welcome
but fully expected.

I wind my time swiftly,
amazed by progressive sights
as I pass another hour
sewing a tree, a  bird, a flower.

My eyes merry twinkle,
my art is in my hands
my every emotion reflected
in each bright thread I weave.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

3 thoughts on “Cross-stitch

  1. Your poem is beautiful and touched my heart. I could feel your love for stitching as I read each word. I too feel as though my art is within my hands and my creativity is expressed as I my needle makes each stitch.

    I love to cross stitch but try not to have too many projects going at one time. Two at the most but yet I have so many I wish to do before I can no longer see or able to maneuver a needle.

    Would love to see some of your work for if it is as lovely as your penned words it will be beyond description.
    Mary Lynne in Texas

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