Saturday, February 19, 2011

Hands Feel Each Weave..


Thanks to Vibhuti for fabulous prompt..

Written for Haiku Heights..


Gift from my childhood
I shuffle pages of the book
Wow! Dreams fall, still fresh …



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An infantile coat
Hands feel each weave, my mother's
Aroma in my first wear.


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11 comments:

  1. Beautiful imagery and I liked the dreams falling out from the pages of a book..and still remain as fresh memories!!
    The second one is also a poignant reminder of days gone by!!
    Excellent work RS!!

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  2. I love the second haiku for its' reminder that scent is a powerful memory maker.

    Teresa

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  3. Love the idea of a mother's scents imprinting clothing! Lovely haikus!

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  4. You describe this wonderfully - 'dreams fall still fresh'. How it does, for those lucky enough to know where to find it.

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  5. 'dreams fall still fresh' - wow ... all of them are very beautiful ... and I have enjoyed visiting your blog a lot. would come back again at leisure ... your words as comments are very encouraging. Thank you. all the best.

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  6. tender ramesh,
    and beautiful.
    i love both,
    deeply.

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  7. Such beautiful words, that say so much. I share your love affair with books - since early childhood they have been the conveyor of dreams to me. Loved these poems.

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  8. Hi Ramesh~

    Your haiku remind me so much of Proust--remember the memories and sensory feelings evoked with the madeleines and tea? So wistful. Nicely done, Margaret

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  9. they both are divine ramesh, specially the second one.

    trisha

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  10. a diary can be such a useful tool to get memories afresh when u feel nostalgic :) lovely haiku rji..

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