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
ReplyDeleteAgain you capture the essence of the tale! YAM xx
I keep failing to get a a deeper, spiritual layer. That is a real challenge for me. namaste, janice xx
DeleteA beautifully crafted tanka Janice ... it's for sure not easy to catch a deeper layer in these fairytales of 1001 Nights.
ReplyDeleteThat seems to be the biggest challenge for me is all my haiku.
DeleteVery lyrical. And faithful to the core. I read your comment about trying for 'depth' and advise against it: that is the reader's job. Go for simplicity and clarity, and let the reader find their own depth relevant to them. They will thank you all the more for it.
ReplyDeleteI do appreciate your feedback, Hamish. I had not thought of it that way.
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