Words crochet
in stitches played
one line above
the other.
Twining not
much more than strings
and some knotted
random things.
No pattern
hums me along,
my brain’s lantern
lights no song.
Imagery,
I haven’t got
no tapestry
I’d call art.
On I go,
elongating,
rough edge, I know,
wants basting.
Of what use
this crinkled scarf
but to blow loose
on mind’s wharf?
Elaine Anne Westheimer 
Comments on: "The Need for a Quality Yarn" (2)
very true. beautifully spoken.
Sometimes i feel so tired for alive~take care elaine~