Shaping Creation
Knitting in the round,
intricate shapes
embellish
nature’s doilies.
Nurturing hands,
aged
like air-washed glass
fondle
timeless determination.
Stitching day to night,
darkened figures
nod seamlessly
shivering
interchangeable designs.
Spirited exhaustion
springs awake-
a new day’s
colour.
~~~~~~~~~~
© Angela Trumble 2012 A Literary Artist’s Music
There is a lifetime in this poem, and the accompanying photo is perfect.
Thank you, Tricia. This poem fell from my hand this morning so finding a pic was a bit of a chore.
Happy you enjoyed it!
Oh, Angela–this post so beautifully reminds me of the hands of my own grandmothers as they knitted and crocheted and sewed for the family. Thank you.
You are quite welcome, granbee. These are the hands of love – my mother ! She is 82 and will always be the brightest star in my world. So happy you enjoyed this !
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Thank you so much for the nomination. Sorry it has taken so long to get back to you! All the best in 2013.