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! 
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