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! 
curtain call
I check the audience
from center stage
only his hat remains bachelorette party
oo la la!
Somebody had to go there. 😉
new magic trick:
his lips trace the stem
of a dead rose
into a clarinet
his deep-set eyes . . .
I leave a crisp dollar bill
for the street artist
all the walls
crumble …
the blue of his eyes
by the river…
his eyes speak to me
in tongues
those eyes…
how do you read
the summer storm?
a wintry scene…
the unsmiling face
adds a chill
Waits, stares at window
Shadows dance across curtains
Feet frozen to ground.
eyes
that mourn for a loss-
a gentleman
blue velvet –
the width of a dream
between us
the hat
shouts Welcome
the eyes
Wait
sassafras leaves
flicker in the wind
jazz hands
NICE!
oh, very nice!
Thanks, Christine!
Thanks, Terri!
these bits of confetti
deep in the pocket
of his overcoat
where is the stranger
whose kiss still lingers
i like this very much! 🙂
THANKS! 🙂
tap dance
the beat of my heart
under his gaze
thinking about
what might have been…
distant echoes
winter route
he tries on
an old self
his best Buster Keaton in stone every time
stone mountain
blue sky reflected farewell gaze
immortal
the blockbuster’s
heart-throb