Handspun Cord: Work in Progress Wednesday

I have a warp frame now, to make old-fashioned passementerie tassels. Last night I spun my first handmade cord for a new tassel. The cord is so pretty, I am really excited about the possibilities for the cord alone. Graduation tassels, gift wrapping, and more!

Pink cord

 

Pray for Us

Are you happy now, 
      secure in your warm houses and cars  
As the rain falls and the grass 
      grows  in what ought to be cold December? 
May our children forgive us 
      our complacency and our pride 
As we ignore the changing climate 
      for our convenience. 

As the rain falls and the grass 
      grows  in what ought to be cold December, 
Say a prayer for the polar bear 
      ice crumbling under her feet 
As we ignore the changing climate 
      for our convenience, 
For the sake of our laziness, 
      in the name of saving time. 

Say a prayer for the polar bear 
      ice crumbling under her feet 
Say a prayer for the coral reef 
      bleaching and dying in warming, acidic water 
For the sake of our laziness, 
      in the name of saving time 
We destroy the world. 

Say a prayer for the coral reef 
      bleaching and dying in warming, acidic water 
Are you happy now? 
May our children forgive us 
      our complacency and our pride 
We are destroying the world.

Quiche #poem

Quivering
Under my fork
Indescribably flavorful, like
Coming suddenly
Home from an
Excursion.

Rain #poetry

Water gently spilling from the sky

Soft mist fills the trees
Thunder and lightning crash

Drops fall faster and faster
Mixed with ice chunks
Suddenly quiet — slow drops tumbling down

Telling Stories #poem

Telling stories in poetry:
Take 1 entire lived experience,
1 memorable scene
Add 2 dashes quicksilver words
Reduce
And read.

Dawn #poem

As dusk comes softly

So does night flee
Creeping away

On blue-gray cats’ paws
Batting the night softly into
The golden light of dawn

April Morning #poem

Cool gray morning

Streets shine in
The gleam of headlights

Green leaves open
Under the welcome
Raindrops.

Spring Morning

Early morning haze
Rain smell, hiding sun behind
Fat water drops.

Love is a treasure

Take the time
Relationships
Endure
Always
Speak your love
Until you
Rest for-
Ever.

Blue Skies #poem

The mournful sound of old love songs

Half heard on the edge of memory
Take me back

To the long ago days
When you loved me
And I loved you.

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