Saturday, October 27, 2012

Childhood

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Pictures, black and white,
Revisiting lost childhood,
Smile of innocence.


This Haiku is shared with Carpe Diem and the Prompt is Childhood.





16 comments:

  1. Pictures in black and white ... for sure chilhood memories. A long time ago. Nice haiku with a touch of nostalgia ... thank you for sharing and participating át Carpe Diem.

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  2. Amrit, I love your new background and the cover photo.. nice job and lovely haiku as always of course! Those childhood memories, really do seem black and white at times.. It's so bittersweet, simple and yet so pure. :)

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    1. Thank You Crystal ... I am glad you liked the new lay out ... I was pretty confused regarding this :-)

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  3. when I revisit childhood memories, they are in 8mm color films, as my dad thought he was Cecil B. deMille! Oh the innocence of early youth...

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    1. Those childhood albums are special ... they bring a sense of nostalgia !!!

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  4. Ha ha, I was devil back then, innocent devil :P
    nice haiku!

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    1. Ha ha ... so you have transformed from Innocent Devil to Dark Angel?

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  5. Love the 'smile of innonence' ~ lovely penned haiku ~ (A Creative Harbor)

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  6. Your new background rocks, GS!
    Pics in black and white, yes, but I think our lives were more colorful than those of many children nowadays and our innocence lasted longer.
    There is always that little child inside us...
    :)

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    1. I am glad you liked my new layout :-) I agree with you. Our innocence had lasted way longer than today's kids :-)

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  7. Indeed how simple life seemed back then, and how little we knew of what we would confront as we grew up, thankfully or we should have been to frightened to proceed! I love this piece!

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  8. Sometimes when I see that lost smile I am sad, sometimes I enjoy her joy. A fine and wistful poem. Thank you for visiting my villanelle.

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