The concept is simple: Here’s a doodle. Now write a poem to accompany it!
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Yay Words! 
full moon
my latest ball
of crumpled paper
all the things
you didn’t want to
talk about . . .
now I’m left with
crumpled leaves
Christine, I like those “crumpled leaves”!
Thanks, Patricia! 🙂
over and over –
the wrongs i try to right
midnight owl
muddy lawn
stuck
on my first draft
What an effective metaphor! Spring is in the air, for sure!
It is indeed!
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my ink pen leaks
I plant spring seeds
too soon
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http://www.rickdaddario.com/
Rick Daddario
Kailua, Hawaii
USA
That one’s spot on, Rick!
M.
aloha Marie, thank you.
stop weeping
over a spilled dream…
dry your tears
and write me,
ink last longer
Stop weeping over
a spilled out dream.
Dry your tears
and write me.
Ink lasts longer
than love.
parting…
ink which refuses
to dry
perfectionist–
the four versions
of chapter one
Carmen Sterba
starting over
third draft
starting over
going for my
miyagi zen stunt,
word-flies beware!
Day-break,,
new wish list,
one glance at
heap of crumpled paper balls.
Dear John,
the songs we’ll never
sing again
virga…
crossing out a word
from my poem
haiku half-written
….gone moon-gazing
a letter
never finished
emotions
I cannot translate to words
ink still wet
in your presence
I fall apart
blank paper enticed him
in his comped mouse room but
the quill was awkward —
he lost words like shoes
sorry — changed the tense:
blank paper entices him
in his comped mouse room but
the quill is awkward –
he loses words like shoes
The words turn up in another universe, in exchange for mated wire clothes-hangers.
the blur
of runway lights…
I write
your first letter
in my mind
Ink blot test,
take four!
spring cleaning the notes you left behind
I can’t find
the words to express my love-
spring wind
#2
circle
the reply to a letter
I cannot write
letter to myself
in the year of despair
ran out of ink…
my blood black enough
to write a new ending
this wordlessness
stuck at my throat-
new moon
black ink spots
the things left unsaid