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
ReplyDelete... reread this one several times, with cogitation between each reading... I was floating with the strand until it was hit by hate. It surely is a feeling which convicts - and sentences - us... more power to your 'pen'! YAM xx
Glad you were able to get something from this.
Delete__ I, with due respect do apologize, having shuffled the last two lines of your good verse. Just... a humble mirror's view.
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Suddenly ensnared by love; they are free to hate no more.
A positive take on the world is always good.
DeleteNicely done Janice. I think you have created a strong tanka.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kristjaan. Your words are so encouraging!
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