winding road
Carpe Diem #1260 Winding Road
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| Winding Road |
swerving
through the curves
the wind sings
of things
from long ago
© 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
Lovely tanka...the simplicity tells volumes of a story.
ReplyDeleteI thought of many kinds of winding roads as I contemplated this.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteRomantic, somehow! YAM xx
I can see that now! Namaste, Janice xx
DeleteA beautiful tanka Janice, I love how the wind sings here :o) xxx
ReplyDeleteIt does sing at times.
DeleteWow , the sublimity of the verse !
ReplyDeletethank you so very much.
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