Poems

Yarns for Moira

This is long overdue. Every time I think of the yarns I will give to Moira, I cannot help but be poetic. Her name conveys allusion to something blissful yet strong and firm, or so I just feel that way. So I looked up the meaning of “Moira”
and found that it means:

From the classical world, the name Moira stems from the Greek word for fate, also meaning ‘doom’, ‘destiny’ and ‘lot’. In Scotland, Ireland and England, the name Moira is said to mean ‘bitter’.

source: http://wiki.name.com/en/Moira

The name alone conveys two definition almost unrelated to each other :P.

Anyway.. I want to show the yarns I was able to wind by hand, as she requested for “a little bit of everything”:

Yarns for Moira

Yarns for Moira

and here is the poem I am able to write because the phrase “Yarns for Moira” keeps singing in my head

Yarns for Moira

Happiness is best enjoyed when shared.
‘Tis a bundle of joy in each ball of thread.
Wound as dense as a tightly clasped fist.
Gift to a friend who crochets using plastic

Daffodils and Lace Skirt

I was writing the pattern for my blue skirt when I remember one of my favorite poems by William Wordsworth: Daffodils. And as i draw the pattern of the skirt, i see the hills of daffodils… I feel like writing…

daffodils and lace skirt

Daffodils and lace skirt

Daffodils and lace skirt.
[short poem by Lorelie Dazo]

I wander, lonely as I am…
floating aimlessly on the clouds of dreams
I have nothing to own, nothing to claim
but the thoughts to create.
I see the hills of daffodils and I translate them to lace
of pure madness and sheer happiness
a skirt full of grace

From one ball of thread

I have this superfine thread from www.iceyarns.com. The yardage is 50g worth of 600m thread, which is quite long compared to my usual ball of yarns.

Incas Alpaca Superfine

50g ball 600m – Picture taken from www.iceyarns.com

And I am excitedly using it for “currently unknown” project. While crocheting with the yarn, my poetic mind keeps using the words ” from one ball of thread ” and i just have to write the words down.

From one ball of thread

From one ball of thread

Reminiscing..

i think of the time, when things were old…
were the only things we could do…
was to chat at things we thought we’d never knew..
you used to be the one i long to be with…
some sort of a friend i always need…
just a smile, or a pat on the back…
and then i know, nothing’s going to be bad…
you inspired me a lot, that was long ago…
when everything i do was to be there for you…
i used to go out with most of our friends,
thinking this thing would not come to end…
when phones were seldom used for communication…
when the world wide web was still a jargon
we used to just hang around laughing at anything
with lots of songs to go with the guitar’s strings…

Of Love and Valentine’s

Today is Valentine’s Day, as we celebrate more love than we usually do, let me share a poem I have written years ago for my then boyfriend, now husband. I wrote this even before we got engaged without realizing that this would be an oath of a love that will forever hold true. Actually, every time I recite (silently) or read this poem, I cry, not of sadness of course. Just because I meant every word I have written.

Here it is, and yes, it’s titled simply:

I love you, Mike

I love you mike, I really do

What I want most is to be with you.

My dreams are scarce as compared

To my yearning of the days we’d shared

 

I love you mike, for years to come

You would always be my only one.

The life I seek would not suffice

If not spent by your side.

 

I love you mike, from this day on

Ours is a love meant to grow strong

I see tomorrow with my hands locked on yours

With this…. I ask for no more.

 

If these are not enough to say my oath

Of a love that will forever hold

I love you mike, Come what may

I’ll stay with you ’til my last day.

Single Crochet-sc poem

I think that I shall never see
A stitch as lovely as sc

A stitch which forms a lovely mesh
Against crochet chain’s simple lace.

A stitch that looks so firm yet light
In a fabric crocheted from left to right

A stitch that may in summer wear
Become crocheted bandeau in one’s hair

Upon whose hands I shall crochet
The intricate woven filigree

Crocheted stitches make fools like me
But only sc makes a full amigurumi

-Lorelie Dazo (January 18, 2013)

Amigurumi Bunny

Amigurumi Bunny

*SC -> Single Crochet

 

Amigurumi – crocheted stuff toys

When you make amigurumi the stitches are all single crochet

 

 

I have confirmed! I used SC 😀

An ode to pattern writing

 

writing down the pattern

writing down the pattern

 

on counting stitches and marking repeats

on manipulating designs of adjusting widths.

I tally the chains, the loops and the dc’s

and scribble them down on my small writing sheet.

 

I crochet a few rows then stop to see

if the created piece of clothing fits me

and then I go on and stitch a few more

til a part of the garment is ready to go.

 

And then i predict the few rows ahead

and checks if the pattern is still correct

if i have to unravel then I will unravel it so,

just to make sure i have counted the right rows

 

 

Ginantsilyo

Sa bawat paghigpit ng ilang hiblang sinulid,

Sa bawat buhol na pinagkakabit-kabit

Ni hindi maaninag and susunod na tahi

Kung hindi papakiramdaman ng mga daliri.

 

Sa ngalay na hatid ng pag-arok ko

Nang susunod na sundot ng aking pang-gantsilyo

Ni hindi ko batid ang matatapos na anyo

Sinusunod lamang, ang bugso ng pulso.

 

Mabining himulmol na siyang natatamo

Sa bawat galaw ng aguha’t kamay ko

At sa presilyang nakabuo ng hugis bulaklakin

Disenyo’ng ilang beses ko pang uulitin

 

Makirot ma’t mahapdi ang mga daliri

Batid kong paghinto’y hindi magiging madali.

Sapagka’t ang puso’y sabik na ‘di mawari

Sa blusang ginantsilyo nang buong pagtangi.

[September 16, 2012]

 

 

 

*Aguha – crochet hook

** Presilya – loop

——— Disclaimer: the following is a lousy attempt to translate the whole verse in english —-

 

Every tightened strands of thread

And every knot that i try to connect

I can merely perceive the next stitch

If not by the touch of my own fingertips

 

To the numbness and pain that it took

Of every next prick of my crochet hook

I’m not even sure of what the project will be

I just follow the pulse and the guts within me.

 

The lushness of the fabric that i can create

On every move of my hands that crochet

And every loop that forms a floral design

A pattern I would repeat a few more times

 

My wrist and fingers may sore and all

I would still not be able to stop and stall

Because I, myself, am a little bit excited

On the blouse I crocheted with love and jest.