The concept is simple: Here’s a doodle. Now write a poem to accompany it!
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The concept is simple: Here’s a doodle. Now write a poem to accompany it!
New to doodleku? See the original post; you can also click here to keep track of each day.
my spring palette
fades with the sun breeze
the laundry
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Rick Daddario
Kailua, Hawaii
USA
The sun is so powerful!
so yes, so yes, aloha Patricia. in the sub-tropics it can shatter clothing in ways I never imagined on the mainland. it’s still a beautiful sun tho. and those pastel colors that come about with the sun. . . . the ah of spring. aloha
along
these folds of laundry …
I follow frog song
wind swept
our dreams
seen together.
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honeysuckle breeze
delights my nose while I hang
freshly washed laundry
🙂
a conversation
between the butterfly
and beetle…
spring wind
spring forward her magic carpet ride in time
ha! good one, margaret!
Thanks, Lauren.
spring wind the shape of the old dog’s rug
🙂
thanks, Lauren 🙂
morning breeze-
between my garment and yours,
a scented whisper
cotton clouds
dresses dancing
to the tune of the wind
like. 🙂
thanks, Lauren 🙂 I remember when we used to have a clothesline.
Clothes lines are making a comeback here!
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Hem to shadow
Hoping for another
hour of sunlight
washing
at full sail –
march wind’s puffed cheeks
laundry hung
in the spring wind–
startled sparrows
maybe:
laundry flapping
in the spring gusts–
startled sparrows
summer evening unfolding his prayer rug
Likewise, Lauren!
This is a modified oldie from me but could not help sharing it here –
cloudless sunshine —
bird droppings
only on whites
all hung out to dry
charming in summer spring fall
wintery shudders!
Yesterdays laundry
flapping in the breeze,
clotheslines hum…
sunshine running in and out of clean laundry
very nice, christina!
Thanks!
daydream . .
as far as the wind
will take me
the snap
of clothes on the line
vagrant winds
he thinks of there —
(a cloth bag full of clothespins)
someone left fresh towels here
in the mouse room
if only pain
fades like color . . .
loads of laundry
heavy gusts
laundry shadows
do the wave