I Doodle, You ‘Ku 2013 – 25

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

  1. afternoon tea
    today a new guest


    Rick Daddario
    Kailua, Hawaii

  2. Peter Newton says:

    my childhood right as I left it

  3. teddy’s tea-party
    …another missile

  4. KG says:

    Shadows cast
    On an empty mug–
    the tea’s gone cold.

  5. bigmax722 says:

    a silent house . .
    will my tea ever be
    as sweet?

  6. knees
    against the table–
    pretend tea

  7. death notice her empty teacup at the table

    sorry to be such a downer . . . my mother-in-law passed this morning

  8. sanjuktaa says:

    So sorry about that, Margaret. But i am loving all your one-liners here!

  9. polona says:

    morning tea
    wondering where
    you spent the night

  10. Eric says:

    Lonely teddy bear
    Empty teacups scattered ’round
    Kindergarten starts

  11. 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.

  12. Cara Holman says:

    under the pergola
    we linger over
    our second cup

  13. Cara Holman says:

    And because I like teddy bears so much, a second haiku:

    dappled sunlight
    he says my secrets
    are safe with him

  14. Maria Santomauro says:

    and teacups in the dollhouse –

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  16. batsword says:

    time for reform …
    adored teddy bears
    on tiny white coffins

  17. Penny Harter says:

    dusted off for
    my granddaughter, the tiny tea set
    great-grandmother painted


    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:

    Tea Ceremony

    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.

    Penny Harter

  18. terrilfrench says:

    spring rain
    she pour another cup
    of make-believe tea

  19. Asni Amin says:

    birthday party …
    she makes believe
    daddy is back

  20. thrift store . . .
    finding her memory
    in a teacup

  21. Rita Odeh says:

    horror room-
    giving her bear
    a strong hug

  22. found teddy bear
    the beloved taste
    of tea

  23. jmbhatt says:

    The childhood game
    Yet shared moments linger…..

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