pilgrimage
Carpe Diem Tanka Splendor #30 pilgrimage
the beginning
one sole strikes the cobblestone
then the next
a path to be walked alone
within one's own soul
© 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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ReplyDeleteSimply true... YAMxx
that is what came to my mind, also. janice xx
DeleteA nice tanka Janice in which you describe the inner struggle of a pilgrim. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kristjaan.
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