The concept is simple: HM doodles; you write a poem to accompany it. Links to all the doodles throughout the month and the opening post can be found here.
Doodle is by HM Yuan; please do not post the doodles on other blogs.
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Yay Words! 
grandfather
each time I glance
at my watch
the sinking sun
lingers at the brim
of your cup
how long can I stop you
from leaving
—-
no time left
to say goodbye…
withered rose
These are both beautiful, Christine!
Thanks, Lauren! 🙂
oh time thief
must you run incessantly?
stay – a moment
Wonderful idea Aubrie, thanks yuan for the great doodles 🙂
eyes closed
heads tilt opposite directions
lips touch
passage of time blurrs
between a second and eternity
cds and books
lined up alphabetically
on shelves
too much time on her hands
after the Dear John letter
time crunch
leaving behind her hotel number
instead of glass slipper
sorry for the multiple post. Time is a great theme.
noon
I stand in all
shadows
I remove my watch
when leaving work,
roam with the deer
in the crepuscular
hour of beginnings.
Should be:
I remove my watch
when leaving work,
roam with deer
in the crepuscular
hour of beginnings.
Musty, hot attic
Found under the patchwork quilt
Still ticking away.
the rhythm
of yesterday’s rain –
long night
first kiss-
the clock hands
overlap
your sure touch
makes the hands
fall off my clock
still my love for you
keeps on ticking
The second image is marvellous. However, Iam a little bit confused regarding the first image.
The touch which makes the clock hands fall must be a violent one.
Does this tanka say that although you are violent, I love you?!
To avoid this confusion I suggest:
handless clock-
my love for you
keeps on ticking
hi rita! third line had a typo corrected…actually the first version which i didn’t post had a more explicit reference as to what part of my body ‘clock’ is. but you get it, right?
meditation. . .
i
am
Dali’s
clock
(In case it doesn’t show, each line is indented more than the one preceding it, like descending stairs)
The descending or melting words brings to mind Dali’s melting clock.
Very nice!
*The descending or melting words image….
Thanks, Rita.
sunshine–
in blue ink
a smudged reminder
on the back of my hand
forgotten
wind whispering
through the pines
how seamlessly
one day flows
into the next
I LOVE this.
thank you, LInda. 🙂
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My mother
had a tiny watch
on a ring
she wore for its novelty
even after it stopped.
a clock without hands cell phone
Sent from my iPhone
timeless…
trees tendering history
to wind sweeps
time traveler
again he arrives at the doorstep
of my dreams
clutching wildflowers
in his strong, young hands
seconds spilling
out of my palm
in threads
big cold moon —
how many days
until tomorrow?
stopwatch-
how many beats
in a minute
pocket watch where the hands go
Whaaaat…..This post exploded!! @_@ That’s a good thing though. 🙂 Yay, more people participating!
the wet whisper
of stars tonight . . .
the standstill of my heart
as your prognosis offsets
the balance of time
Everyone, please pray for my cousin as she is very ill and on dialysis (both kidneys gone). I’ll be out of town this weekend to visit. This tanka/small stone is for her.
Hi Kathy,
Hope your cousin will get better. Our thoughts goes out to both you and her. 🙂
Kathy, thinking of you and yours and will be sure to keep your cousin in my prayers! Please have a safe trip this weekend.
day after
day after day-
eating alone
at the table
meant for twelve
old moon carrying you in my pocket this long day
a thought takes hold
the long night
of forgetting
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before
making love-
I stop the watch
to the moon and back …
pick up the kids
cook dinner