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.
Yay Words!
A celebration of language and the written word (with a little art on the side).
lazy afternoon
dipping his paddles
into the clouds
Good one! You’re always so fast!
consistently very good….. and fast!
another good one, Cara
Thank you, Christina, Chrissi, and Polona.
Writing haiku is a hit or miss business, as you all know. Either I think up a haiku within 10 minutes, or it takes 24 hours!
I hear ya, some of these I have struggled with, others just come to me. This is a nice one, Cara.
thanks, Terri
this way and that
how about you
Christopher Robin?
afternoon calm -
the sound of clouds
on the river
sleepy summer day –
even the lake
slowly yawns
drought
a toy boat stranded
in a bath tub
the river is
chilly and cold–
he hums the tune
and sings the
hallelujahs
don’t like all those “the’s”
aloha Terri – I struggle with the’s too. I want my words to feel natural tho, as i would speak them. so I use the when it feels right. what about this:
chilly river
and cold
he hums a tune
and sings
hallelujahs
I hope you don’t mind that I’ve played with your words.
oops. I apologize for the misspelling. I see your name should be terrilfrench. sometimes my iPad changes a word and I don’t catch it. in this case I think I did it all on my own.
thanks, Rick I appreciate any and all comments. I used “the river is chilly and cold” because that is part of the lyrics of “Michael RoW Your Boat Ashore.” But not sure I like the extra the’s, even thought that is the way I guess I would have spoken it.
though not thought
ah, yes, i see. yeah, that makes sense. cool. aloha.
river’s wake following my streamofconsciousness
milkweed puff life is but a dream
the call
of the mermaid’s song …
jumping fishes
oar meditation
I pull a frog pond
past my boat
a dream
come true-
a boat
bayou breeze–
a paper boat docks
at a puppy’s feet
***
marbled clouds . . .
I dip my oars
into frogsong
night boating-
my oars stir
the milky way
daydreaming…
the boat settles
in its reflection
missing the boy
he once knew
an old man
folds his prescription
into a paper boat
a better version?
missing the boy
he once knew . . .
the old man
folds his prescription
into a paper boat
oops…
“into a boat”
Birdsong-
sailing towards
the unseen
a paper boat
too far to retrieve
late afternoon rain
tied to the dock
he returns from his journey
for supplies