Kema
Carpe Diem #1160 Kema, birth-place of Yosa Buson
snow melt
eternally
falling
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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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ReplyDeleteSimple perfection. YAM xx
You are took to me, YAM, namaste janice xx
DeleteBeautiful ! I love this sense of eternity that you put just in the middle of the haiku. It's all about this second verse.
ReplyDeleteSo pleased you enjoyed! namaste
DeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteSometimes the simplest and shortest ku say so much...love this, Janice!
ReplyDeleteWorking in minimalism. Cannot get much shorter!
DeleteYaha! You're going minimalist!
ReplyDeleteYes! But is it still getting the point across?
DeleteCool, yes.
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DeleteOkay ... it's very clear ... Santoka Taneda's "ghost" has caught you Janice. This minimalistic free-style is really awesome and you are starting to become a master in it.
ReplyDeleteOH, my, such high words from my master! namaste, janice
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