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Knitted love

Was it just last week -
When I started working,
Through the little tangles,
Of the pink and yellow yarn,
The one that is now,
A close resemblance of,
The Milo from The Ravelry,
With the two grey pins,
And rhythm in their feet,
With a knot here and a knit there,
Purls and cables, layer by layer,
The growing piece -
Knitted in stolen moments,
Midst the rush of life,
Those flutters of heart
With the misses of loops,
For the want of help,
And then the deft rescues
Of mother’s trained hands,
- The love for loved
Has taken shape.
Encore?
The blue yarn asks.
Yes.

Linking up with Jenny Matlock - Off on my tangent- Saturday Centus : Was it just -
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  1. CathyDecember 3, 2012 at 1:35 AM

    That's so brilliantly colorful Ruby.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsDecember 3, 2012 at 8:02 AM

      Thank you Cathy both for introducing me to the prompt and such kind words.

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  2. KathrynDecember 3, 2012 at 7:45 AM

    I really like this! I glanced at my little tangles yesterday sitting on my desk and wondered if they would become the piece I have planned before Christmas rolls around. Thanks for this! :)

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsDecember 3, 2012 at 8:04 AM

      I am pretty sure Kathryn, you will have it ready well before Christmas. I am happy if this encourages you :) Thank you so much.

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  3. 21 WitsDecember 3, 2012 at 11:09 AM

    I love it when we can feel the words besides hear them! Very nice!

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  4. AnonymousDecember 4, 2012 at 3:52 AM

    As a fellow knitter ( with 6 Christmas project on the needles) I found this to be inspirational and insightful . ...and beautifully written!
    BCIJo...Joanne

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsDecember 4, 2012 at 5:20 AM

      Joanne, you are so kind to leave me such beautiful thoughts for my little post. It means so much to me if it can inspire and encourage you. :)

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  5. KrisDecember 4, 2012 at 1:30 PM

    With this piece you have re-ignited my neglected, forlorn project that has been stuffed away for months. With every new row I create, I will remember your beautiful poem...very well written !!!:)

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsDecember 4, 2012 at 5:51 PM

      Thank you Kris. I am glad the post stands as an inspiration to you. Your words are being cherished by me.

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  6. JennyDecember 29, 2012 at 10:28 AM

    Wow.

    This was beautiful.

    Absolutely beautiful.

    Are there magazines for knitting and needle crafts? If so, I think you should send this along.

    It is so evocative and powerful.

    I love the imagery here.

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