waltz of the flowers
the bed
covered in rose petals
covered in rose petals
stands
awaiting
lovers' waltz
awaiting
lovers' waltz
© 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
Oh dear...with that kind of mood hope the lovers can make it to the bed!
ReplyDeleteOh, who cares if they make it!
DeleteHari Om
ReplyDeletePure romance... YAM xx
There may be snow on the roof but still a flame in the heart!
DeleteOooo,la,la ;-)
ReplyDeleteyep! ;O
DeleteRose petaled waltz...Lover-ly!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the nice comment!
DeleteVery romantic tanka Janice ... I like the sensuality that builts up in this poem. Thank you!
ReplyDeletethank you for the inspirational posts!
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