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.
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.
lingering sunset…
our trail of footprints
in the sand
lovely
thank you!
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winter sunset . . .
I ask myself
again and again
who will take care of me
when I grow old
ooh, very poignant, Chrissi!
yes, a great one, Chrissi.
Thanks, Cara and Terri! 🙂
nine years today
since Mom was called Home
how pleasant to learn
that love grows
beyond grief
also poignant, Ellen!
candle light
through stained glass
a mother and child
i like this image!
aloha and mahalo, Cara. i’m having fun with HM Yuan’s images. They take me out of my usual patterns. i like that. and there are some terrific responses. way fun. aloha.
Lovely image 🙂
aloha and mahalo (thank you) BigMax722. aloha
Side by side at beach
They gazed across the deep blue
Happy to be there.
somewhere
over the rainbow …
lilac pandas
with. . .
each. . .
breath. . .
life. . .
t
a
p
e
r
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g
each letter of “tapering” was indented further than the one preceding it, but maybe it works better this way.
leaving home –
the snow before us
unbroken
aloha BigMax722 – i like the path my mind follows in this. it’s a great twist—behind and before us. cool. aloha.
Oooh – thanks Rick! I’m so glad 🙂
photo album-
the united shadow
of mom and me
wavering thoughts
how did I get here
from there
your hands
all those years ago . . .
what it took for me
to let my guilt go
Melting away
hard to remember now
her bright features
ha! at first I thought this was two candles with wax running down, now I see it is two cloaked figures.
in the wake of her passing jasmine breeze
Behind us
the claws of the past
continue digging
her tiny hands
in mine-
moonlit path
walking
in mom’s footsteps-
a child