He Doodles, You ‘Ku – 6

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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26 thoughts on “He Doodles, You ‘Ku – 6

  1. mikerehling says:

    flu season no one saw me wipe my hands on my jeans

  2. Cara Holman says:

    waiting room
    i startle at the sound
    of the doctor’s voice

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  4. polona says:

    his burn-scarred hands—
    how the winter wind
    makes dead leaves fly

    Acorn #28

  5. GILLENA COX says:

    the roosters’ crow…
    echoed through strains of
    dawn’s greyness

  6. When I was little, my mother and I held hands. When she was old, we held hands all the time again. After she was called Home, I held the Bible I read to her for comfort, and small poetry books. It is amazing, when so much seems lost, the depth of responses which remain.

    pausing at the keyboard
    my hands rest in prayer

  7. angie werren says:

    old moon —
    I let go, one finger
    at a time

  8. terrilfrench says:

    once again yearning
    for that old flame–
    the sugar maple turns

    frost on the pumpkin
    our turn to be
    that sweet old couple

  9. Rita Odeh says:

    an old pianist-
    listening to the tunes
    of our holding hands

  10. bigmax722 says:

    with each flash
    her knuckles whiter –
    gathering storm

  11. Maria Santomauro says:

    after sandy hook
    our hands in prayer
    for mercy and peace

  12. withered leaves
    the hands that held me
    for the first time

  13. pine casket
    she folds a note
    into his hands

  14. winter wedding —
    candlelight warm
    on ungloved hands

  15. Billy says:

    even with fingers
    I don’t feel secure–
    I’m not blind

  16. Kathy says:

    crumbling leaves . . .
    our hands gather
    the silence

  17. no matches
    this long night
    winter prayer

  18. brown leaves
    cling to the oak tree
    my winter jacket

  19. sanjuktaa says:

    hands entwined
    at the top of the Ferris wheel

  20. holding on
    to what’s left of him . . .
    fading sun

  21. Peter Newton says:

    letting go to hold onto what we have

  22. A Walk In My Heart says:

    saffron sky …
    the warmth of his touch
    in the sparrow’s song

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