wisteria blues
Carpe Diem #1257 Wisteria Blues (Jonathan Reid)
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| Wisteria Blues © Jonathan Reid (flickr) |
bumbling
within wisteria cascades
busy bees
with pollen knickers
they fly away
© 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
Hari OM
ReplyDelete&*> they shall ever more be thought of as knickers! YAM xx
Must admit, a smile came to my face when the muse presented the knickers idea! namaste, janice xx
DeleteVivid imagery invoked! 💜
ReplyDeleteGlad it came through.
DeleteExcellent tanka Janice.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kristjaan.
Deletei laughed thinking of those pollen nickers
ReplyDeleteGood!!
DeleteLove your tanka!
ReplyDeleteGlad you did.
DeleteLove the knickers idea...lovely tanks, Janice.
ReplyDeleteMerci!
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