The Arabian Nights

Carpe Diem #1338 The Arabian Nights


stories of old
must be told
all night


©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI 



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  1. بدويJanuary 1, 2018 at 9:46 PM

    This folkloric haiku is wonderful in it's simplicity, but it echoes vivid truth. I remember nights this in the desert....

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    1. JaniceJanuary 2, 2018 at 4:41 PM

      My Granny would entertain me as we fell asleep in her flannel sheeted bed with stories of old.

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  2. Yamini MacLeanJanuary 2, 2018 at 2:18 AM

    Hari OM
    A gem to decorate the new year! YAM xx

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    1. JaniceJanuary 2, 2018 at 4:40 PM

      Thank you, YAM. It was all the muse would say! namaste, janice

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  3. Kim M. RussellJanuary 2, 2018 at 2:20 AM

    I love the simple truth of your haiku. :)

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    1. JaniceJanuary 2, 2018 at 4:38 PM

      Thank you, Kim. I think I a ready to write again for the first time in a while.

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  4. ChèvrefeuilleJanuary 4, 2018 at 3:56 PM

    Simplicity to the max

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  5. purplepeninportland.comJanuary 6, 2018 at 7:24 PM

    Simple, lovely haiku.

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    1. JaniceJanuary 7, 2018 at 1:34 AM

      I really like to see how few words I can use and still convey a thought. thanks for the comment.

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