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! 
sanctuary
after sudden rain
I hesitate
wonderland ~ lost in thoughts/ end of the world?
rain puddle
the tears of
farewell
rain puddle …
walking away
from it all
Shoulders carry weight
Thick fog hovers, random thoughts
Hit or miss puddle.
just like that the Thriller is gone
for Michael Jackson, but maybe you all got that
I did!
or maybe Elvis has left the building . . .
too skinny for Elvis
you’re right about that!
I knew immediately. And think it’s very good, but it needs the graphics. So does mine. I don’t think mine or yours could stand alone.
Yes, you’re probably right. An interesting point though, doodle and ku have to be balanced equally then. A good goal, I think.
Yes, i thought he looked familiar…
behind me…
nothing but a pillar
of salt
little winter moon —
I dream a man
who never was
teleportation –
still getting out in
mud puddles
snow
melting into birdsong
return of the light
[…] the He Doodles, You ‘Ku, on Aubrie Cox’s Yay Words […]
lost in thought…
today melts in a puddle
of yester- years
cornflower blue sky
what I remember
about the day he left
rainy day –
only my shadow
remains dry
king of the stage
reigning
his pool of light
his moon-face
in every puddle
so many regrets
summer rain–
the needle stuck
in a Coltrane groove
or maybe “autumn rain” since the dude has a coat on.;-)
Forgive my excess. This guy has taken me to a dark place where I just had to keep running and running. 😉
winter rain
the peeping tom
a warm puddle
gasoline puddles
the nimble fingers
of the arsonist
gasoline puddles
tears spilling out
from the arsonist’s eyes
never a saint
much less a monk
the arsonist
lights up
his last match
his life
one brief spark
over gasoline
I like the second one, Christine. This doodle did take you to a dark place!
broken reflections-
weight of thoughts
never so heavy before
in the night
walking in puddles-
my shadow
from puddle to puddle my walk over the moon