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Deluge

deluge old man winter pours buckets.... inside farmhouse wet ingenuity in use rain water poured in bath tub
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Makama Avatar
April 27, 2021 at 7:28 PM
Beautifully written with so much grace. Your lines are thick with craft and fascination. Great work.
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April 26, 2021 at 7:14 AM
Wonderful imagery for those period of time when buckets were used to bring up the water from the well, and those wells were useful for all farm jobs, I enjoyed your tanka, actually I’m just done with a haiku in the same subject. Have a wonderful day Dear Sara.
Kendrick Avatar
April 26, 2021 at 7:50 AM
Lasaad, Your comment is one of understanding. I wonder if you experienced the farm life as well. Your visit is appreciated. Sara
Horsman Avatar
April 25, 2021 at 9:43 PM
So clever the rain, although a spoiler. So clever the poem, which is a pleasure to read.
Kendrick Avatar
April 26, 2021 at 4:54 AM
Harry, The rain is a necessary part of life but it can spoil a party, time to plant or time to reap but does cleanse the air, ground and all around. I wonder if the weather bothers a man from the UK. Sara
Michael Avatar
April 25, 2021 at 5:37 PM
That Tanka...is like a tank of water. Certainly useful...looking on the bright side of things.
Kendrick Avatar
April 26, 2021 at 4:51 AM
Arturo, Without the sunny side of life, we would be most miserable. Your visits always a delight. Sara
Y. Avatar
April 25, 2021 at 11:49 AM
Hi Sara, You've penned a clever write with good content and imagery. Have a great day:-) Alexis
Kendrick Avatar
April 25, 2021 at 4:50 PM
Alexis, Thanks for your helpful review of my work. I appreciate you dropping by. Sara
Leffanta Avatar
April 25, 2021 at 11:40 AM
Louis XV & Charles de Gaulle, "Après moi, le déluge"
Kendrick Avatar
April 25, 2021 at 4:47 PM
Rico, I put your phrase into a translator and it says it is French and means After Me. Not really sure exactly you are saying but thank you for dropping by. I appreciate you reading and taking time to comment on my work. Sara
Fleming Avatar
April 25, 2021 at 9:03 AM
Not what I expected when I "clicked" on it...but certainly put a smile upon my face. Lol. My best regards Sarah! :) john
Kendrick Avatar
April 25, 2021 at 4:41 PM
John, I am glad that you got a smile out of what you read and saw. Thanks for your visit. Sara
Buhagiar Avatar
April 25, 2021 at 8:20 AM
Tidy idea, Sara. Well done.
Kendrick Avatar
April 25, 2021 at 4:23 PM
Victor, We could not drink it so mother said to save it for our baths. That many buckets we did not have to draw out of the well. This was back in the day when we did not have a pump in the well nor running water in the house nor hot water heater. Those were some rough years. Thanks for dropping by. Sara
Proxenos Avatar
April 25, 2021 at 7:32 AM
Necessity is the mother of all invention, it is said, old man winter is an inventor. The rain had to leak through the ceiling so that his invention could became a reality. We have found that staying at home a lot more these days due to the pandemic, we have saved money, more than we dreamt we ever would, as we are giving our business a real boost from home, both having the same interest at heart. Hugs and blessings Jennifer.
Kendrick Avatar
April 25, 2021 at 4:15 PM
Jennifer, I am so delighted that your staying at home during the pandemic has worked for you and your husband. I hope your business goes forward for you two and it is very successful. Thanks for dropping by. Sara
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April 25, 2021 at 7:04 AM
Clever imagery Sara. Hugs Rick.
Kendrick Avatar
April 25, 2021 at 7:56 AM
Richard, Thanks..Sara
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