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.
today a new guest
my childhood right as I left it
On an empty mug–
the tea’s gone cold.
a silent house . .
will my tea ever be
against the table–
above the table–
like it Billy
death notice her empty teacup at the table
sorry to be such a downer . . . my mother-in-law passed this morning
Dear Margaret, I also am sorry to hear about your mother-in-law’s passing. Take care and blessings, Ellen
So very sorry, Margaret. This is a lovely tribute.
I’m sorry for your loss, Margaret.
So sorry, Margaret.
So sorry for you loss, Margaret.
Thank you, Chrissi!
Maggie, never a need to apologize. So sorry to hear about your loss. A lovely one-liner in her memory.
Thank you, Aubrie.
I’m so sorry to hear about your loss, Margaret. Prayers with you and your family.
Thank you, Penny.
so sorry for your loss…. love your poem, though
So sorry about that, Margaret. But i am loving all your one-liners here!
Thank you, Sanjukta, Maria, Billy, Cara, Sandi, and Ellen for your kind remarks. Alice lived a good and long life. I’ll miss her.
Sanjukta, I decided I’d do nothing but one-liners here this month as a challenge!
My condolences, Margaret.
Thank you, Asni.
My condolences, Margaret.
What a lovely poem to cherish her memory .
Thank you, Rita . . .
you spent the night
Lonely teddy bear
Empty teacups scattered ’round
A teddy bear from my childhood, Eleanor, is sitting with Leo the Lion – from my father years ago – on a box next to this computer. An old family tablecoth makes the box look more decorative. It’s interesting how treasures find where they wish to stay.
under the pergola
we linger over
our second cup
And because I like teddy bears so much, a second haiku:
he says my secrets
are safe with him
and teacups in the dollhouse –
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time for reform …
adored teddy bears
on tiny white coffins
dusted off for
my granddaughter, the tiny tea set
My great-grandmother was an artist, and as a child I played with the demi-tasse set of blue glass teacups and matching china teapot that she oil-painted violets on the sides of. When I was a little girl, my mother let me “play” with them. Now they sit in my china cabinet holding memories.
Here is a longer poem—from my book *Buried in the Sky* (La Alameda Press, 2001)—about the mystery of time and my having that tiny tea set she painted:
for Eleanor Ecob Morse, my great-great-grandmother, 1890
She sits at her worktable,
lifts a blue glass cup
to admire its gilded rim
as she begins to paint
small violets on its sides.
By evening, she will have done
the whole set, blessing each blue sphere
where violets bloom.
She does not feel the weight
of snow that fills each cup she raises
to the window’s light, the cold
of blowing flakes against her hands,
or the sudden chill that finds her lips
when she pantomimes a sip.
This morning, the sky beyond her window
deepens to the blue of finished cups
as I hold each one up to catch the sun.
she pour another cup
of make-believe tea
birthday party …
she makes believe
daddy is back
thrift store . . .
finding her memory
in a teacup
giving her bear
a strong hug
found teddy bear
the beloved taste
The childhood game
Yet shared moments linger…..
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