i got flowers

i got flowers
my girlfriend's mom sent them my way
straight from her garden and heart
to my welcoming eyes and window ledge
males don't always fathom color in a vase
the need to gaze at petals and leaves
but your mates in gender
have your back

squirrely thing, this blogging business

last fall there was a drunken soldier who fell
the pavement became his home for many a day
and we sent our condolences
and I knit for him

his memory still lingers and to commemorate that moment in time Crystal kitted out this little figurine for wee little me ain't he cute?

i love a good scarf worn with flair, don't you?

Message for the Blogosphere:
Tiny little deaths. endings and fits of goodbyes just mean turning a corner onto new beginnings. Sometimes a good and thorough ending can bring about the best of new responses, even between two people who seem to be teetering on the edge of a need for something fresh and renewed. My friend, Molly, called it the "reset" button. Let's hit the reset button, clear the air, remove the general fugue from the room, spray some mental freshner about, letting out a belly full of pent up blues and a deep sigh of my oh my, where has the time gone by. Reclaim your own future today. You deserve what is rightly yours - you need it now more than ever.

pinky perfect

it came in the mail this delight begun many a moon before, with a plan in sight Pinky reworked my Joan of Arc of the knitting needles me and my tormented yarnistry into a gift to adore could this be happiness? pierced through the heart by the love of the craft/art gladly do i serve my calling i bear this burden of fiber and function with strength salute to Ms. Celestial - my pinkiness of pals you cause grins and gollygees within and i miss your presence the long miles creep don't be gone away too long! you have a corner in our beings
all the way over where you used to roam

bubble pop gee whiz

might it only take a trip outside
to chase the cobwebs
coat them with glossy shine
colorize them
create "happy"stance?

bubble pop
gum gooey drop
i can open wide and drop the goodness inside

no need to select
whatever rolls down the shoot is mine
kaleidoscope of tones
flavors nearly natural
no need to grab what soon at hand will be mine

knitting for the nearly new
my little niece has just turned two
she points to her knitgear that she proudly wears
and with her wee deep voice delares
"auntie made this"
my heart skips a beat and pumps for joy

for her
anything
my knitting needles do fly
this is my happy thought for many a life mile