Your poems touch the soul! Winter has a very special place in my life! My favorite season, which has a weird effect on me, causing me to dive headlong into the murky pool of nostalgia, and then force me to surface sputtering and shivering… ready for another dive!
Winter’s grip can be harsh.. Yet the melted snow feeds those spring waterways.. bringing Life back again..
loved your poem dear Mani..
The Winter months often evoke tears.. But we know Winter is only transitory . Spring is to follow.. π
Many thanks for your words xx
In this technology driven digital age, we are so much into things that are less manual more mechanized…everything comes to us from the machine and from the factory. You ask a child a question on product they are quick in answering about the origin is from the factory and not the nature.
Clothes have entirely become ready made and we don’t even see and go to a tailor we used to do in our childhood…the thought of our grandmother sitting on a rollicking chair facing the garden and weaving the sweater with her speck slightly slided and sitting on the tip of her nose, picture we all have stored in my memory…she is fully engrossed and knitting with mechanical accuracy…indeed it needs the focus of eye and the skill of fingers to get the pattern in place…memories of imminent winter and this poem is nostalgic.
Thanks Mani so much for sharing such a poignant thought.
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Reminded of a poem that I read when my son was in class 12…’Aunt Jenniferβs tigers’ by Adrienne Rich. beautifully penned Maniparna and I can see an aged lady knitting right before me!
” knots & threads and memories galore”
This is a heart touching set of words that you have weaved together beautifully Maniparna …
You are immensely talented my dear:)
Your words made my day. Winter, somehow, is still not able to make me cheerful. Perhaps, I’ll learn slowly to look at the glass as ‘half-full’ …as you said in your beautiful post… π
Thanks, Andy… winter has lots of memories associated with it. I’ve seen my grandma..she used to become nostalgic especially in the winter days..perhaps, the chill and cold have something in it…
Agree with you, Andy. Anything handmade is special, comes right from the heart π
Brilliant poem again, Mani. Knots, tangled memories, tears… Sometimes that’s how we feel when we are feeling cold – maybe during the winter season, or when we feel winter in our hearts. Love the bit of honest conversation thrown in at the second last line. Wonderfully done as always.
“we feel winter in our hearts” beautifully said, Mabel. Yes, perhaps for that all sorts of depressing memories try to pester us making us sadder.
Thanks so much for such a nice comment… π
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Yet another amazing post!π€
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Thank you so much, Vidhya. I’ll check your post … π β€
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Your poems touch the soul! Winter has a very special place in my life! My favorite season, which has a weird effect on me, causing me to dive headlong into the murky pool of nostalgia, and then force me to surface sputtering and shivering… ready for another dive!
Beautiful poem!
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So well expressed! You captured the moment, the feelings aptly in such few words. π
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WoW!!! so many levels……this is absolutely beautiful…..loved it!!! π π
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The perfect concoction of pain, cold, winter and love. The wordplay is beautiful.
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Powerful lines.. Shades of Frost!
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So beautifully knitted. Very touching!!
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Winter’s grip can be harsh.. Yet the melted snow feeds those spring waterways.. bringing Life back again..
loved your poem dear Mani..
The Winter months often evoke tears.. But we know Winter is only transitory . Spring is to follow.. π
Many thanks for your words xx
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In this technology driven digital age, we are so much into things that are less manual more mechanized…everything comes to us from the machine and from the factory. You ask a child a question on product they are quick in answering about the origin is from the factory and not the nature.
Clothes have entirely become ready made and we don’t even see and go to a tailor we used to do in our childhood…the thought of our grandmother sitting on a rollicking chair facing the garden and weaving the sweater with her speck slightly slided and sitting on the tip of her nose, picture we all have stored in my memory…she is fully engrossed and knitting with mechanical accuracy…indeed it needs the focus of eye and the skill of fingers to get the pattern in place…memories of imminent winter and this poem is nostalgic.
Thanks Mani so much for sharing such a poignant thought.
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Also, the emotions, memories and love connected with those clothes cannot be found in ready-made garments; I mean machine-made clothes.
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Yes, Amit, it is just not about the mechanics of life but the feelings that goes with any work that we do counts has a much higher value…
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A lovely touching poem Maniparna π
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Thanks, Chevvy… π
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Reminded of a poem that I read when my son was in class 12…’Aunt Jenniferβs tigers’ by Adrienne Rich. beautifully penned Maniparna and I can see an aged lady knitting right before me!
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Thanks so much, Sunita. I’m glad that the poem reminded you of another one. I’ll surely find out the poem mentioned and read it… π
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Read it and I am sure you will like it
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Ya..the silent chill recreates the emotions….
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Very much…
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Beautiful and tender
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Thanks, Derrick… π
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Great analogies… weaving, winter, time passing by!. You nailed it here Mani!. Love & happy weekend to you! β€
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Thanks, dear Aquileana β€ Wish you a great weekend ahead… π
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A beautiful capture of winter, its emotions, and knitting. A tale of our grandmothers and mothers. A perfect tribute.
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Thanks, Vishal. Yes, you are right…it’s a known tale, so much relatable… π
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Wonderfully penned!! Little moments fleet unnoticed but are so apt for sensitive poetry. π
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Here speaks a poet! Nicely said, Balroop…thanks so much… π
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Fabulous. Memories weaved with emotions and nostalgia! Heartwarming as always Maniparna π
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Thanks so much, Divyakshi… π
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Beautifull knitting …can feel the warmth
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Thanks, dear… π
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Winter brings so many emotions and you explain it so beautifully here, with the comparison to fabrics.. I’m loving this one xx
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Thanks so much, Christy. Your words mean a lot … π
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So much conveyed with just a few lines. Truly beautiful. I love the way you weave your wordsππ
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Thanks a lot for your words of appreciation, Radhika… π
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” knots & threads and memories galore”
This is a heart touching set of words that you have weaved together beautifully Maniparna …
You are immensely talented my dear:)
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Your words made my day. Winter, somehow, is still not able to make me cheerful. Perhaps, I’ll learn slowly to look at the glass as ‘half-full’ …as you said in your beautiful post… π
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Your writing is beautiful Maniparna:) a pleasure to immerse into π
Aww I do hope you feel better soon! Are you indulging in hot chocolate with plenty of marshmallows dunked in it? That’s my go to remedyπ
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gracias por compartir muy bello
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π …
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Even the hardest soul can shed tears
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Yes, and there’s no shame in it… π
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No there is not π
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Beautiful and thought-provoking.
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Thank you… π
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hand made = made with love π Great emotional post Maniparna π
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Thanks, Andy… winter has lots of memories associated with it. I’ve seen my grandma..she used to become nostalgic especially in the winter days..perhaps, the chill and cold have something in it…
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Perhaps – I find that certain temperatures and smells can make me a little nostalgic – its always nice to dwell on family π
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Agree with you, Andy. Anything handmade is special, comes right from the heart π
Brilliant poem again, Mani. Knots, tangled memories, tears… Sometimes that’s how we feel when we are feeling cold – maybe during the winter season, or when we feel winter in our hearts. Love the bit of honest conversation thrown in at the second last line. Wonderfully done as always.
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“we feel winter in our hearts” beautifully said, Mabel. Yes, perhaps for that all sorts of depressing memories try to pester us making us sadder.
Thanks so much for such a nice comment… π
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nicely said Mabel π
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