I Doodle, You ‘Ku 09 – 2014

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

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23 thoughts on “I Doodle, You ‘Ku 09 – 2014

  1. Katie Bock says:

    I know which one–
    he has red hair.

  2. visiting the memory
    where I left you . . .
    on the headstone
    weeds fill
    around your name

  3. chilly night walk
    I let the season rest
    in peace

  4. Anitha Varma says:

    the grey haze…
    searching among the gravestones
    for that name

  5. a walk in haiku says:

    Reblogged this on A Walk In Haiku and commented:
    forgiveness …
    from the other side of rain
    I hear her voice

  6. words on Nanna’s grave “Born In Sweden”

  7. spring rain —
    tracing the letters
    on a tombstone

  8. Adam Traynor says:

    I show myself
    only death sees
    through me

  9. angie werren says:

    we are too innocent to
    look exhausted red-rimmed
    faces shocked and bending with
    this death we are too young
    tell us why we came here

  10. Debbie says:

    grief shrouded steps
    lead me back
    to You

  11. This last time the hospice nurse gives him a bath, I find it difficult to pick what color of shirt he should wear. Although black is his favorite color, I think at his final hours it will look ominous and morbid. The hospice nurse and I finally agree on a yellow orange shirt. It’s absolutely the right choice because it seems to add life and peace in his face. Even with his heavy breathing, I know for sure he’s comfortable wearing it, too.

    he wants
    his ashes all together
    with me . . .
    my broken heart turns out
    much heavier than his urn

  12. Rita Odeh says:

    wild flowers
    growing in an open grave…
    the memories

  13. snow-covered graves he breathes beside me

  14. this little light into the fog

  15. She walks the graveyard
    Looking for lost souls
    There can’t be any stragglers
    The devil doesn’t like that

  16. Reblogged this on Failing at Haiku and commented:
    She walks the graveyard
    Looking for lost souls
    There can’t be any stragglers
    The devil doesn’t like that

  17. He searched
    for the spot of red,
    of life that bled,
    in the grey landscape.

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