If you missed the opening post, take a look here. The concept is simple: Here’s a doodle. Now it’s your turn—write a poem to accompany it.
Doodle is by HM Yuan; please do not post the doodles on other blogs.
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Yay Words! 
summer love–
my daughter learns
the length of forever
nice, Terri.
Oh, ouch. In a perfect way.
warm ups
In figure eights-
flamenco
warm ups
in figure eights-
flamenco
(This is a correction to the haiku I posted.
a girl
flying kites
in eights
studying
for an eighty average-
a girl
fingers pricked
we swore to be friends
forever…
a stranger stares back at me
from her Facebook page
good one, Lauren. I’m FB friends now with some of my elementary school friends, and it’s like a weird time warp!
Thanks, Cara!. So, you know exactly what I mean. 🙂
moebius strip
i tell her i was
her age once
this new year —
what remains
is endless
[…] I can’t resist a good (and fun) challenge, I will also be attempting Aubrie Cox’s He Doodles, You ‘Ku challenge. It’s been a month since I’ve written any significant amount of haiku or […]
New Year’s Eve–
a girl leaves the party
before midnight
first day of spring
a balloon extends
the sky
summer breeze
waiting
still waiting
this wait
for the balloonman-
summer grass growing
Thank you, Aubrie. Than you, HM Yuan.
Thank you, Sanjuktaa, for joining in!
letting go –
the shape of a dream
turning in the breeze
facing the breeze…
a swell of bird song
from up on high
tethered
the unknown awaits
should she ever let go
lemon girl
all yellow hair and
lemniscate
year of the snake–
I cling to what’s left
of old myself
year of the snake–
I cling to what’s left
of my old self
Yeah, sorry. I’m still waking up!
I thought ‘old myself’ worked very well.
M
infinity . . .
she remembers to forget
tomorrow
ankle deep
my attachment
to infinity
sudden wind–
her childhood days
snatched too soon
daydream-
soaring without
a string
Fishing with moonbait —
clouds of ghostfish
plane its sides
parting gift
a carnival’s absence
to those adolescent years
infinity
is a balloon
best let go
a sparrow’s song
waits for the morning star …
holding on