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.
between empty ground
and the infinity of the sky—
just a turn
‘just a turn’ – liked this very much.
I really liked this too, Dorothee!
grandpa’s pipe —
the sizzle
of sofrito
Hi Aubrie, I enjoy the different versions of your art. Thank you.
years with the sky
and this great lake
“in the night
his song shall be
with me” *
* from Psalm 42:8 (KJV)
I like the peace and hope this contains!
Dear Debbie, Thank you.
I follow
his calloused fingers
to the sky–
another side of him
unwrapped from smoke rings
Half moon smiles at me
Winter walk, enjoy a smoke
Big coat warms my heart.
Kathy, I was about to start my tanka with “I follow”. 🙂
a trail of smoke
extending his silence . . .
how I wish the moon
can tell me the things
he cannot say
Haha! Too funny! 😛
Love your tanka though.
Reblogged this on A Walk In Haiku and commented:
veiled moon …
all the things I couldn’t
say
still night…
in the lonely vastness
a moon and my pipe
cold moon shines enough
for him to light his pipe
sending up thanks
waning moon
some fire still
in his soul
wow.. *thums up*
breathe in, breathe out
button up that feeble coat–
the moon is slipping
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homeless cold keys in a pocket of smoke
in case of fire break the stars
The stories forgot the smell of her tobacco.
I’d like it noted that I mostly refrained from posting this instantly:
Ms. Poppins,
I presume.
smoke
the spin of this universe
on a windless night
Monet in the garden
under a Van Gogh sky
my blue palette
night train
feeling the drag
of cigarette smoke
the moon
my only company
because second hand smoke
cant reach
that far
Reblogged this on Failing at Haiku and commented:
This is a “small stones” poem, which is a type of poetry that is similar to haiku.
the moon
my only company
because second hand smoke
cant reach
that far