I Doodle, You ‘Ku 2013 – 17

The concept is simple: Here’s a doodle. Now write a poem to accompany it!

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25 thoughts on “I Doodle, You ‘Ku 2013 – 17

  1. Richard Cody says:

    Without feet
    they are incomplete,
    the old galoshes.

  2. Billy says:

    his shoes
    at the back door…
    he won’t be leaving

  3. Cara Holman says:

    first crocuses
    my boots forgotten
    in the closet

  4. kissing
    backward through the door
    do these damn boots
    have so many laces?

  5. Billy says:

    work boots
    beside the chair
    dog at my feet

  6. marousia says:

    icy puddle
    laces stick
    socks peeled off
    warm feet at last

  7. Rita Odeh says:

    wiping the mud from
    their boots

  8. old boots –
    tale of a journey
    in each wrinkle

  9. first robin
    still ready in the corner
    these boots


    Rick Daddario
    Kailua, Hawaii

  10. Asni Amin says:

    these boots
    are made for walking …
    autumn deepens

  11. beverlydyer says:

    Goodbye boots
    See you next year!

  12. jmbhatt says:

    Always a difficult proposition,
    To step in,
    The tall boots.

  13. Year of The Snake don’t tread on me

  14. cyberbonn says:

    captain treading water
    in a life preserver
    blown from galoshes

  15. gone with the wind the straight-laced librarian’s sigh

  16. bigmax722 says:

    loosening my tied ends spring mist

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  18. polona says:

    stepping in
    somebody else’s boots
    ankle-deep slush

  19. sondra says:

    spring cleaning—
    she tossed those boots
    last year

  20. night blooming jasmine…
    she powders her skin
    for the lace corset

  21. sanjuktaa says:

    ten years later-
    still too big for me
    to fill up

  22. hiking
    in the parks-
    new boots

  23. lovestruck dog —
    my boots
    never as I left them

  24. how many winters
    have gone by . . .
    the old boots I’ve kept
    still bring me back
    to places I’ve been

  25. angie werren says:

    claws stick in the laces
    so he usually loses his shoes;
    a boot left standing somewhere

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