Excellent Mark… so many hours spent in childhood, hunting for missing coins, blaming siblings, and then using pebbles or tamarind seeds instead!!! Thanks for bringing on the memories 🙂
You just reminded me that my own dad made a checkerboard for us kids once, and he used a broom handle, cut into little rounds, as the checkers, which he let us kids color black and red with crayons. (That was quite a run-on sentence!) Wow! I had completely forgotten! Thank you, Cheryl-Lynn!
On Wed, Mar 25, 2015 at 9:11 PM, Mark M. Redfearn wrote:
A beautiful haiku Mark, how sad this is that there is missing a piece of the chess game of you Grandfather … and what a glorious idea to fill that space with a pebble … making the chess game complete again … as the pebble gives us haiku poets the complete scene to write our haiku about. Nicely done.
Of course. Whatever works to keep the game going.
Including cheating? Hmm… 😉
On Wed, Mar 25, 2015 at 1:23 PM, Mark M. Redfearn wrote:
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Or pieces from another set. Those old games and all the memories.
Excellent Mark… so many hours spent in childhood, hunting for missing coins, blaming siblings, and then using pebbles or tamarind seeds instead!!! Thanks for bringing on the memories 🙂
Bottlecaps work. Monopoly tokens too. But you can’t have the old-shoe token. That’s mine. 😉
Great haiku 🙂
You can have all the Monopoly tokens. I can’t stand the game! 😉
On Wed, Mar 25, 2015 at 6:58 PM, Mark M. Redfearn wrote:
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That is so touching, brings nice memories playing checkers with my grandson and my grandfather’s hand painted checkerboard.
You just reminded me that my own dad made a checkerboard for us kids once, and he used a broom handle, cut into little rounds, as the checkers, which he let us kids color black and red with crayons. (That was quite a run-on sentence!) Wow! I had completely forgotten! Thank you, Cheryl-Lynn!
On Wed, Mar 25, 2015 at 9:11 PM, Mark M. Redfearn wrote:
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What a delight to remember treasures of our past !
Wonderful – brings back memories.
interesting haiku and how lovely that a pebble became a bishop … but then, if a fisherman may become a rock ….
Ah, you’re onto something biblical here!
On Thu, Mar 26, 2015 at 10:19 AM, Mark M. Redfearn wrote:
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lol .. word play … 😉
That’s what writer’s do!
On Thu, Mar 26, 2015 at 11:49 PM, Mark M. Redfearn wrote:
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writers…forget that nasty apostrophe!
On Fri, Mar 27, 2015 at 2:59 AM, Mark M. Redfearn wrote:
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All forgotten .. didn’t happen and you’re oh so right, that’s what writers do 🙂
I like the simple sentiment in this one a lot.
Nostalgic …sentimental…a beautiful haiku, Mark !!
A beautiful haiku Mark, how sad this is that there is missing a piece of the chess game of you Grandfather … and what a glorious idea to fill that space with a pebble … making the chess game complete again … as the pebble gives us haiku poets the complete scene to write our haiku about. Nicely done.