teacher

Carpe Diem #1123 the road is our teacher

crunching
against the leather soles
pebbles speak
youthful feet skip not hearing
pilgrim moves in harmony

©  petra domina

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CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI

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  1. UnknownJanuary 14, 2017 at 1:28 AM

    Well you did teo things there....you found a brilliant angle in those first three lines to describe the sound of pebbles, andcompleted with two lines that played so well with the concept. Really enjoyed.

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    1. JaniceJanuary 14, 2017 at 11:23 AM

      Great! Thanks for your kind comments, Hamish. You are doing many fine works but no place to leave feedback. janice

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  2. Kim M. RussellJanuary 14, 2017 at 2:15 AM

    I like the sound and personification in this tanka - they create a sense of movement together with those youthful feet!

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  3. Bastet's Waka LibraryJanuary 14, 2017 at 3:49 AM

    :-) a great image and the onomatopoeic crunching brought the tanka alive from the very beginning. Bastet

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    1. JaniceJanuary 14, 2017 at 11:26 AM

      Good to hear from you, Bastet! Hope all is well with you.

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  4. B i r g i t t aJanuary 14, 2017 at 2:59 PM

    Saying a lot this poem!

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  5. TournesolJanuary 16, 2017 at 1:06 AM

    Such a long journey and there must hve been hours of silence...the crunching of the pebbles must have echoed so loudly...beautiful tanka, Janice!

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    1. JaniceJanuary 16, 2017 at 2:17 PM

      Thank you C-L. I loved my backyard rock paths and the crunch sound as I walked and worked.

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