fireplace
Carpe Diem Tanka Splendor #11 fireplace
fiery roar
as the wood is consumed
in sparks of passion
hearth is warmed as
the last embers glow
© 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
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteThis one has hidden depths! YAM xx
It surely can have some things hidden... janice xx
DeleteDear me...nothing hidden about that one!
ReplyDeleteWell, maybe just a little...
DeleteDear me...nothing hidden about that one!
ReplyDeleteFireplace and warmth certainly can rekindle sparks of passion!
ReplyDeleteHank
Yes, they can....
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