I Doodle, You ‘Ku 2014 – 12


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

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26 thoughts on “I Doodle, You ‘Ku 2014 – 12

  1. Moonsinging says:

    how do memories

  2. Anitha Varma says:

    autumn evning…
    the wind plays with
    leaves and her hair

  3. did you just kiss
    or touch my hair . . .
    the scent of lavender
    slowly, slowly whirls me
    into a feathery dream

  4. Rita Odeh says:

    a feather blew in
    through the window…
    this silence!

  5. Lucas Stensland says:

    I love to watch
    her walk away
    changing seasons

  6. Debbie says:

    under the shadow
    of His wing
    evidence appears

  7. polona says:

    cheating a little with an oldie again…

    his burn-scarred hands
    how the winter wind
    makes dead leaves fly

    (Acorn 28)

  8. no longer young
    how deeply comforting
    these fields
    one day puddles
    another frozen again
    spring arrives
    two steps forward
    one step back
    soon she will hear
    red-wings again

  9. my favorite perfume
    the wind
    in her hair

  10. a walk in haiku says:

    Reblogged this on A Walk In Haiku and commented:
    falling leaves …
    am I coming or

  11. autumn

  12. sanjuktaa says:

    to hear
    the meadow lark…
    a walk in the woods

  13. kalaramesh says:

    spring scents
    I walk in sync with
    my inner self

  14. Spring Rising

    my neighbor’s hair. the first spring breeze from the window. flowing thick with a warmth that scatters feathers. the remnants of a pillow. we laugh. and quickly begin to hide the evidence. my smile remains to this day. although we have not been neighbors for years.

    the first spring breeze
    stirs a feather from my table

  15. Katie Bock says:

    Alive this wind
    I breathe in

  16. bigmax722 says:

    fingers of dusk
    twine her soft whispers
    spring breeze

  17. as if to announce her feathers

  18. angie werren says:

    wild birds flew into my living
    room I knew someone would
    die my sighs grew feathers
    they built nests of grief and
    indecision they preened

  19. I hide in darkness
    to escape the migraines,
    but they find me,
    blowing in through
    the crack in the door.

  20. Reblogged this on Failing at Haiku and commented:
    I am reblogging the images that inspired my poems because some of my poems won’t make a whole lot of sense if you can’t see the image.

    I hide in darkness
    to escape the migraines,
    but they find me,
    blowing in through
    the crack in the door.

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