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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ReplyDeleteYou are really hitting the mark with such gems, J! YAMxx
Thank you, Yam. See how much the book my son gave me about writing is helping! namaste janice xx
ReplyDeleteReally nice and in touch... of porcelain. :)
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DeleteNice haiku in Santoka Taneda's free style. Really a nice one. I love that you are experimenting with this free-style
ReplyDeleteI know it is not following 'the rules' but it is being fun to see how much I can get in the least number of words.
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