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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
Hari OM
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Cool shadiness
tables
await company
YAM xx
Very positive and inviting! Namaste, Janice xx
DeleteYes, your words create this special blues tones, but also reminds about memories in the silence...
ReplyDeleteMemories of the good times.
DeleteOh the coolness of the cobblestone and the echo, and the loneliness.
ReplyDeleteThe photo reminds me of the little town of Eze and two of the courtyards we visited in Lyon. Wonderful memories from our trip this past summer.
DeleteNice experimental haiku Janice
ReplyDeleteHaving fun with the experimental approach.
DeleteThree words telling quite a story...
ReplyDeleteKinda fun to see how much can be packed into just 3 words.
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