Sunday, November 14, 2010
Quilter's Poetry
This is a poem I wrote, hope you like it!
Patient is the Quilter
by Meg Tryba
Patient is the Quilter
by Meg Tryba
Sharpened pencil, paper: graph,
Quarter-inch seam, quilter’s math
Patient is the quilter, Sketching star blocks
Second chance, colors dance, cotton in stock
Quilt show, must go, judge’s ribbon best
Don’t touch, just look, fingers never rest
Inspiration comes from every which way
Color, value, quilted curves, file them away
Log Cabin, Pinwheel, Broken Dishes, Fan
Toad in a Puddle, Dutchman’s Puzzle, purse-holding man
Grandmother’s Flower Garden, Double Wedding Ring
Oh-so-pretty patchwork, needle on a string
Way-home-stop, quilt shop, thimble, rulers, cash
Cutting mat, quarters fat, always adding stash
Tree of life, Feathered Star, Lady of the Lake,
Wall hanging, table runner, many quilts to make!
Home, supper, bath and bed? No! Quilters never sleep!
Sewing room, time alone, long late hours keep
Wash, starch, press, fold, colors in a stack
Floral, plaid, strip, batik: choices never lack
Measure twice, cut precise, strips across the grain
Piecing, pressing, squaring up, hours entertain
Call a friend, advice to lend, how to quilt the top?
Mark, stretch, layer, baste, once you start can’t stop!
Rock the needle forth and back, lines are crisp and clean,
Patience required...
Fingers tired...
Finish by machine?
Strips of binding, true and right, corners mitered neat,
Warmth and love in every stitch, quilt at last complete!
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