Knitting Yarns

I wrote this poem a few months ago. I'm not usually a poem writer, but this one just seemed to pour out quite easily. Maybe too easily! Maybe it's really bad! I'm sharing it here as it expresses how I feel when I'm knitting. The phrase 'knit my hearts' comes from Shakespeare's Antony and Cleopatra (Act 2 Scene 2). I liked the phrase so much that I decided to use the line for my blog title.

Knitting Yarns

Cast on the words

one at a time,

which will make

my first sentence,

slip stitch, first stitch,

loop on the thumb,

needle through and pull,

second stitch made,

continue.

Thirty words frantically looped together, intertwined.

Knit the first row, knit, purl, knit, purl, knit, purl. Frenetic.

Second row, wrong side.

Gripping the needles in

anxious hands.

Tension is too tight.

Each stitch is

an angry thought,

a missed chance,

what I wish I had said.

Regrets placed side by side to view.

But then the rhythmic

click

click

clicking

calms me.

My thoughts start to slow as

my hands take up a gentler pace.

Third row, right side completed.

Repeat rows one to three.

Each row becomes a flowing thought.

Wool runs through my fingers.

Tranquil now, I knit happy thoughts

into every stitch.

My joyful stories thread together.

I knit my yarns to create an unslipping whole.

Knit my hearts.

Knit my worries.

Knit my dreams.

Every stitch dropped, a lesson learned.

Pick it up. Continue.