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.
red sky …
and in between so much
to hear
hearing the good earth
singing in the rain –
NOW he’s plugged in!
Let’s hush for a while.
Let’s listen.
Here they come:
what, where, when and why
rushing towards us
while we are both lonely.
So, l o n e l y ..!
Live insect concert
Crickets hum, ants keep rhythm
Beetles, violins.
The Ides of March
say what?
I missed the tune they played for Caesar!
sudden symphony
around avocado blossoms
bee drone
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Rick Daddario
Kailua, Hawaii
USA
nice “bee” sounds. 😉
bwahahahaha, cool. thank you. I thought about another one too, however I’ll save that one for later.
😀
what was that song
she used to sing?
his tiny toes tap —
see how they run
bwahahaha again. now you KNOW that song is going to jamble through my skull all day today, yes?? fun. aloha.
haha. well, good. glad to help… 😉
resounding beats
inescapable fury
never loud enough
white noise
in her headphones
spring snowstorm
or, a previously published piece:
15%
of the battery left…
spring thunder
(A Hundred Gourds 1:4)
as the trees fall –
a violin concerto
and a cat
the headphones left behind
…listening to the sounds
of silence
biofeedback adjusting the baseline
dancing
to the music
in my ears
unplugged…
the woods fill up
with birdsong
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Love this, Cara!
dubstep
bass lines coiled
around both feet
he removed
his headphones
and said
this must be what God’s
been trying to tell me
drive-by he didn’t hear it coming
media-free night
after three games
of gin rummy
this awkward silence
between us
I refuse to hear
the word nursing home . . .
stretching forever
with you by my side
is all I can take
*correction – “words” instead of “word”.
This time no mistakes,
ears glued to earth,
Petrichor prevails on mind.