rain
Carpe Diem Tanka Splendor #3 rain
the parched earth
longs for the sound of thunder
storm clouds gather
throbbing with desire
moisture enters Mother Earth
© 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
ReplyDeleteNature's lust... YAM xx
Well, the prompt encouraged mystery and depth. 'Fraid there was not much mystery to this one. janice xx
DeleteChapeau Janice, what a wonderful tanka ... and there is a kind of sensuality hidden in it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kristjaan. My touch is not as delicate as are yours. Am working harder on the subtle approach.
DeleteYes, very sensual!
DeleteYes, it was an attempt to push my comfort zone with the poetry and prose.
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