beach
Carpe Diem #1066 beach
sand castle dream
pounded by the rising tide
rocky beach
© petra domina
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Carpe Diem #941 Heart The blue-eyed, blond haired boy stole my heart when he was just a kicking fetus. The love continued to grow as we watched him coo, then talk his special talk. Grandaddy, (Nandad) always let him play with the tool box. Screwdrivers were i-dikers. Caboose was bagoose. The Playskool Tyke Bike was and is nooden-nooden. When looking for someone, he would say their name in a sing song, quizzical fashion while shaking his head in a negative fashion. He now uses words he learned during his college and grad school years two decades ago. These words are not nearly as fun as those precious made up toddler words. thunderclap acts as a bossy stormhorn rainbrella time! © Janice 'petra domina' Adcock Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI
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ReplyDeleteOh my word - we both dreamed of the shore today! Lovely. YAM xx
Good morning, YAM
DeleteMy thoughts ran toward the coast of Maine in the beautiful fall.
janice xx
Like this metaphor.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment, Ral.
DeleteSometimes the surf pounds those dreams...
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