Fingerprints---Senryu





     




              Fingerprints, my child.
              Artwork,everywhere, so mild.
              Dreams of days lost, wild.


                           3/18/2021
                              ~2~ 

                        Rhymed Senryu


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Hinshaw Avatar
March 19, 2021 at 5:00 PM
Pangie, you have mastered the composition of the senryu! Another wonderful verse from your very versatile quill ! Bob
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March 20, 2021 at 8:18 AM
Bob, I learned this form elsewhere and I Really like it. I don't feel at home with Unrhymed haikus. Many great Poets here can pen those, don't you agree? Thank you for your time and friendship. Pangie 3/20/2021
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March 19, 2021 at 3:50 PM
Hello Panangiota, finger prints on a wall of a child's room would be delightful for the child. Because the child's fingerprints would be their. Hugs Darlene xx
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March 21, 2021 at 7:59 AM
Oh, a missing reply? How nutty because I did! Kids put fingerprints everywhere. As they start to walk, fingerprints on walls, glass doors,furniture.....refrigerator doors. Kids are not confined to a room, once they are mobile.they leave forever fingerprints on your heart. Hugs, Pangie zz
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March 20, 2021 at 3:25 PM
Hello Panagiota, yes i did comment. Hugs Darlene. I am glad I did to.
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March 20, 2021 at 8:14 AM
Darlene! I think ghosts are chasing us.))) I found your comment And NO reply button?? So I PRESSED EDIT , and a reply box came into view. Yaaa. Kids put fingerprints everywhere, no kidding. It's part of growing up. They grow up way toofast. Glad, glad that you commented. Hugs Pangie 3/20/2001.??
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March 19, 2021 at 1:20 PM
In our state they put the handprints of children on the walls of the Capitol when International Children's Day arrives. Lovely senryu, Panagiota! Hugs, Carolyn
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March 20, 2021 at 8:07 AM
Caroyn, what a beautiful idea and a tribute to children. I can tell you love them. A good sign, Thank you for stopping by. In appreciation, Pangie xx
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March 19, 2021 at 12:27 PM
- Smile ... they leave their mark ... lovely written, Panagiota :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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March 20, 2021 at 8:04 AM
Hello, Anne Lise...love fingerprints. It's too soon, out tykes grow up. Thank you, Hugs, Pangie
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March 19, 2021 at 5:44 AM
Beautifully done. Love it... God bless you sweet lady. Love, Gina
Romios Avatar
March 19, 2021 at 9:24 AM
Reginam hi! I am so glad when a poet is unafraid to say they like a poem. I consider that a real gift, wrapped it ribbon. Hugs, Pangie xx
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March 19, 2021 at 1:32 AM
Reminds me of those fingerprint paintings parents do when their kids are born then for the next few years are wiping windows and walls, cleaning up after them. Lol. Tom
Romios Avatar
March 19, 2021 at 9:22 AM
Lol, Tom. You got that one right....))))? Hugs, Pangie xxx
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March 18, 2021 at 8:18 PM
Never lost when you have your imagination, your memories and your mighty pen!
Romios Avatar
March 19, 2021 at 9:19 AM
Love, love, the way you put this Caren! Perfect.. Hugs,Pangie xx
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March 18, 2021 at 6:39 PM
Ah the marks left on the walls that bring back memories, the fingerprints left on your heart, irreplaceable. Nice job Pangie. God Bless, JB
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March 19, 2021 at 9:18 AM
Hello Judy! Those fingerprints, ah, Judy, so precious. I still have grandsons's toys, drawings, bibs, utensils and more. These keep me happy when I am alone. He's off to High school in September...but I have so many movements to remember.. Finger prints on the heart as you said. Hugs, Pangia xx
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