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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
Wow ... what a beautiful tanka, a whole loving story about nomads, desert travellers, caught in five lines. I bow ... chapeau!
ReplyDeleteYour words, music and the second blog all deserve the credit. The words would not have taken shape without the inspirations. Thank you.
DeleteThank you Janice ... it's awesome to create cdhk.
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ReplyDeleteLove the sounds, wonderful music!
ReplyDeleteIsn't it great.
DeleteWhat a fantastic scene you've created with this tanka, Janice! I love the spiralling sparks. whirling skirts and music of the desert.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed, Kim.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteSpot on!!! YAM xx
Thank you, namaste janice xx
DeleteLove..music of the desert. Nice tanka.
ReplyDeleteThe music is lovely. I went on to find another youtube of this artist and listened while playing with an on line picture puzzle. Thanks for stopping by.
DeleteLove this tanka, Janice. With the music and your image you have created, "spiral sparks"for some reason I am seeing Rumi twirling with his heart filled with joy.
ReplyDeleteIt always pleases me when others can enjoy what the muses guide me to write.
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