Friday, April 24, 2015

The Drivel Rolls On

As poetry month starts winding down,

I've been thinking of the Bard who wears the crown,

And the words of the gangsters in Cole Porter's "Kiss Me Kate"

In tribute to one whose lines are so great.

"Brush up your Shakespeare" are the words they sang out.

And 451 years later there is no doubt,

Good old Will Shakespeare: a standard to strive for

Whether your poetry is great or or quite poor.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

The Final Week of Poems

With patience I plodded, though certainly a mere amateur.

After all, I avoided iambic pentameter.

But with haiku, limerick and plain old rhyme

I must admit poetry month has been a fun time.

After today, just one week more,

Then back to plain prose. Oh what a bore!

This daily posting to my blog is good mental exercise

But I will be glad to give it a rest, poetry-wise.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Living the Grammy Life

What a difference a couple weeks can make. Little Farmer is more grabby and holds things better.

He loves playing in this. His toes just reach the floor so he can bounce. He slaps and bats and holds items. And chews. A lot.

And for poetry month:

Happy active boy,

Growing, smiling, a pure joy.

Loving Grammyhood.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Out of the Dark, Into Rotation

With the Green Flowy Cardigan done and gone, I turned my attention to the Blue Spiral Blankie for Little Farmer. I find it fairly easy. Except for every eighth section, which requires counting and careful attention. With only two finished projects I am running behind last year, but what I have done make me happy.

But on to the day 21, for the National Poetry Month.

The Blue Spiral Blankie came back from time out.

Time to re-remember what the pattern is about.

Knits and purls and a pattern section,

The design fills me with great affection.

It will remain "at home" knitting, for sure.

Taking it on the road definitely has no allure.

But the go-to project remains my vest.

It will be done before the rest.

 

Monday, April 20, 2015

The Small Things in Life

It has been a great birthday, although nothing special was done. Laundry, split wood with Hubby, reading, old movies, and of course, playing with yarn. But the part I liked best was when Younger Son decided to take a vacation day because his machine at work has been torn down since Saturday. No need to take him to work since Hubby is at the auction tonight. And best of all, no morning run to pick him up from work at 6am.

Life is good.

Birthday Poem: It's the Small Things

My favorite present has to be

That Younger Son is taking a vacation day.

What a feeling it is to me

Knowing tomorrow morning, in bed I can stay.

No wake up calls at 5 o'clock.

A birthday gift received with delight

As the alarm I can block

And cling a bit longer to sleep tonight.