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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 …
An infantile coat Hands feel each weave, my mother's Aroma in my first wear.
Beautiful imagery and I liked the dreams falling out from the pages of a book..and still remain as fresh memories!!ReplyDelete
The second one is also a poignant reminder of days gone by!!
Excellent work RS!!
I love the second haiku for its' reminder that scent is a powerful memory maker.ReplyDelete
Love the idea of a mother's scents imprinting clothing! Lovely haikus!ReplyDelete
You describe this wonderfully - 'dreams fall still fresh'. How it does, for those lucky enough to know where to find it.ReplyDelete
'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.ReplyDelete
very nostalgic.. good onesReplyDelete
i love both,
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.ReplyDelete
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
they both are divine ramesh, specially the second one.ReplyDelete
a diary can be such a useful tool to get memories afresh when u feel nostalgic :) lovely haiku rji..ReplyDelete