driftwood

Carpe Diem #1064 driftwood

driftwood
oak's mighty arm
worn smooth

©  petra domina

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  1. Elsie HagleySeptember 24, 2016 at 11:33 PM

    Nice, very powerful the oak, can travel to many parts of the world.
    Hope you are having a nice weekend.

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    1. JaniceSeptember 25, 2016 at 12:30 AM

      Having a really good one so far! May your's be filled with joy.

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  2. TournesolSeptember 25, 2016 at 12:09 AM

    Love this, Janice...I love driftwood, we had a lovely piece in our living room growing up and my mother placed a skinny birch with branches...we would decorate with different coloured trinkets depending on the occasion...green for St Patrick's Day, red for Valentine's, and so on.

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    1. JaniceSeptember 25, 2016 at 12:33 AM

      I have two pieces from Kananiskis Country, Alberta. A third small piece from a trip to Washington state in the early 1970's. That one has rocks I picked up from the same area glued to it.

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    2. Kim M. RussellSeptember 25, 2016 at 3:36 AM

      I love the way you have conveyed the power and the vulnerability of driftwood.

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    3. JaniceSeptember 25, 2016 at 11:37 PM

      Thanks, Kim.

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  3. Yamini MacLeanSeptember 25, 2016 at 4:30 AM

    Hari OM
    I second Kim's comment! YAM xx

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    1. JaniceSeptember 25, 2016 at 11:38 PM

      Thanks, YAM. Makes one think of rock, paper, scissors.

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  4. Helene VaillantSeptember 25, 2016 at 8:43 AM

    Lovely Haiku, driftwood is beautiful

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  5. B i r g i t t aSeptember 25, 2016 at 2:04 PM

    Love the last line!

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  6. ChèvrefeuilleSeptember 30, 2016 at 11:46 AM

    Driftwood .... a piece of natural crafting .... very nice haiku.

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