end of the road
Carpe Diem #1248 ending road
raindrops
now
floods
© 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
One thing leads to another. Nicely penned!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jilly.
Deleteshort and eloquent
ReplyDeleteYes, short and sweet.
ReplyDeleteMasterful. I remember you did this style a few years back, where you caught everything that needed to be caught in just the essence of the haiku. You did it again, though this time, of course, so pertinent.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Hamish. Thought I would try the brief approach again and, yes, timely for this area.
DeleteStunning, Janice!! and even more touching with your reality. Hugs xx
ReplyDeleteThank you, CL. Yes, it was a little too close for comfort.
DeleteYes, we were safe. Just some leaks.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dolores.
ReplyDeleteA nice experimental haiku. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kristjaan.
DeleteThe depth ! Wow !
ReplyDeleteSo many these days.
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