Polska Update II

(Update 2/28/09) Well, here it is the last day of February and I am still not done with the Polska. I guess my prediction was a little ambitious. LOL. Anyway, I have about 20 more rows partially finished from the top of the pattern and am hoping beyond hopes to have it completed this weekend. A lot will depend on what my dad wants to do ~ he generally likes to go for "Sunday drives" at any given moment and I like to go for the ride and with my camera!

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I am 3/4 of the way finished. I should finish tonight or tomorrow sometime. Here's what it's looking like...

Polska Update

Well, I have gotten to the bottom of the first section I have been working on. The new pic will give an idea as to the size, which is rather small.

I did happen to visit the Black Sheep Shop in Winter Park a couple of days ago. They specialize in Needlepoint, but do have a little bit for cross-stitchers. They directed me to a shop in Kissimmee called Needle Craft World. This store has tons of goodies for cross-stitchers! It also happens to be a little closer to home. I have linked both of these stores on my blog.

Unending Desire

Unending Desire

I have an unending desire
To feel your body next to mine
I have an unending desire
To make passionate love to you
All night long

I have an unending desire
To make the hot flames of love
Burn to their highest degree
I have an unending desire
For your love and mine
To combine

Passionate as we are
Our love binds us together
Drawing pure ecstacy
To our surfaces
As the white hot flames
Burn hotter
With unending desire

I ache to feel his closeness
I ache to feel his desire
I ache to feel his fullness
I ache to feel his love
He takes time to show me his love
He takes time to show me he cares

Unending desires build up
Inside of me
Making it impossible to breathe
His love suffocates me
With a passion
As hot as fire

Our love is as strong
As ever before
We bring out the youthfulness
In one another
And the playfulness
In our love

February 18, 1991

Back to the stitching

I have completed another semester (other than wrapping up a couple of things), with my major paper for the term turned in, so now I can concentrate on my stitching for a few weeks. Yeah!! :) I am hoping to complete the Polska Sampler and begin the new project I created recently. I am almost halfway through the Polska and will post updated pics later in the week.

Happy Valentine's Day to All My Readers!!!

I just wanted to post a poem of love on this Valentine's Day. Enjoy!!

love to me means...

love to me means
seeing you with a smile on your face
watching the sun set
with you beside me.
listening to you
when you're upset
understanding your fears
your problems and your cheers.

love to me means
opening my eyes
after a long nights rest
and seeing you there
watching me as i sleep
opening the door to find
a wonderful surprise
the surprise of you standing there.

i never know what you'll say
i never know what i’ll say
thinking of times
we've spent together
brings the warmth to my heart
and looking back in time
to that one moment
when we embraced
always brings a smile
right to my face.

that's what love means to me.

march 15, 1989

New Pattern Idea

I was visiting my grandma (if you read my other blog, this is my paternal grandma, not the one that passed) today and she read me a quote from a book she recently read. I decided to copy it down because it gave me an idea for a new pattern. Here is the pattern (at least a picture of it):

Why Poetry?

My father and I were eating supper a few nights ago and the conversation turned to poetry. He told me that he is surprised that two of his three children are into poetry to the extent that we write. My younger brother and I have both been writing for years and have enough to publish, but neither of us have had the opportunity to do so. I am published in a couple of anthologies through the International Library of Poetry, but it is of course not a paying gig. Anyway, through the years people have asked me why I became so interested in poetry and also who my favorite poets are. Well, I am going to attempt to answer both questions here.

Some of my favorite poets are e.e. cummings, Robert Frost, William Shakespeare, and Walt Whitman. I am sure there are others, but these are the poets who left impressions on me.

Why I became interested in poetry is more complex. In high school English we were given an assignment to write a poem. My poem was one of the better ones in the class, at least according to the teacher, and I found it to be a way to be creative - as I had not really found an outlet for creativity with the exception of band. My senior year of high school, the English teacher gave out awards to her students for various achievements. They were homemade awards on construction paper. Nothing fancy yet her way to show how proud she was. She gave me the "Poet Award". Here is the very first poem that I wrote (sophomore year):

War

Boom...
a sudden, unexpected bomb explodes
wounding people everywhere
among the trees
the streets, the yards
many wounded, few survivors.

Soldiers come in for a counter-attack
hoping to see the light of day
never knowing, always hoping.

War, what a word
always full of sorrow and despair
for people think that war is bad.

Sometimes it's bad
seldom good.

Look at beautiful America
we were freed
from Britain and the Queen
the American Revolution
and George Washington
saved us all from going under.

Let's all be jubilant
Let's all be free
come sing "America the Beautiful"
for you, for me.

spring, 1988