08-27-2014, 03:38 AM
Knit one and purl two…
I repeat the mantra
in hopes of changing the simple yarn
into the intricately woven epic.
I add words of varying weight,
loop after loop of texture
in a frustrated attempt to produce brilliance,
yielding what can only be described as an ugly rug.
Just once I would love to create something pure,
to hear the precious sound of iambic feet
pitter-patter across my desk,
and watch with pride as the stanzas grow stronger.
I long to hold a newborn trochee in my arms,
nuzzle it and recognize its scent as my own.
But for now, I am left with this boring yarn,
a lump of anecdote pooled at my feet.
Perhaps I shall take up painting instead.
I repeat the mantra
in hopes of changing the simple yarn
into the intricately woven epic.
I add words of varying weight,
loop after loop of texture
in a frustrated attempt to produce brilliance,
yielding what can only be described as an ugly rug.
Just once I would love to create something pure,
to hear the precious sound of iambic feet
pitter-patter across my desk,
and watch with pride as the stanzas grow stronger.
I long to hold a newborn trochee in my arms,
nuzzle it and recognize its scent as my own.
But for now, I am left with this boring yarn,
a lump of anecdote pooled at my feet.
Perhaps I shall take up painting instead.