I Doodle, You ‘Ku 2014 – 15

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

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18 thoughts on “I Doodle, You ‘Ku 2014 – 15

  1. I rest and watch
    each season’s
    beauty
    icebergs
    smaller now
    and covered
    with sand

  2. pale pitcher pale sits alone on a beach. The shovel is destined to make ends meet.
    http://www.awordofsubstance.wordpress.com

  3. a walk in haiku says:

    Reblogged this on A Walk In Haiku and commented:
    castle in the sand …
    thinking it would last
    forever

  4. Brenda says:

    My children dig,
    Fill the pail with wet, wet sand,
    Upending it into towers.
    Again they dig, dig, dig.
    The ocean fills their moat with
    Blue water, circling the towers,
    Sapping the bases, undermining foundations.
    Shore up the towers! Frantic digging.
    My daughter finds a shell.
    Places it on the tower-top carefully.
    A huge wave crashes over the top,
    Sends the shell flying, and levels the towers.
    My boys spring up, yelling.
    One chases down the pail, as it spins away in the surf.
    My daughter laughs at her brothers’ wet, sandy faces.
    We move higher up the shore,
    And dig some more.

  5. Brenda says:

    Oops, I see I was too long. Sorry. 🙂

  6. deep winter —
    an empty bird cage

  7. Anitha Varma says:

    summer noon…
    in and out of a day dream
    float a sand castle

  8. Anitha Varma says:

    I am sorry, please correct it to

    summer noon…
    in and out of a day dream
    floats a sand castle

  9. receding waves
    that one summer
    I finally grasped
    what I couldn’t have
    after losing my sister

    *

    it’s never enough
    to replace the hole
    in my heart . . .
    for you, I pack even
    more sand for
    Heaven’s castles

  10. Midnight in the Garden of Waterfalls

    water lapping at the edges. I slip deeper into sleep. relaxing. letting go. I float. buoyant on the water. in the breeze. sound drifting across speckled sand. warm. sunlight through half open eyes. flickering across gentle waves. I surface. reaching. through the clatter of palm fronds. for the cascading alarm.

    tropical waters
    my winter sand blanket
    dream

  11. Debbie says:

    memories take shape
    then float away
    a new care center

  12. the castle of my dreams
    built from sand

  13. Katie Bock says:

    The builder-king
    lives long in short hours.
    Mom’s hotdogs.

  14. from rock to sand…
    how life wears us
    down
    .

  15. sanjuktaa says:

    all day long
    building a castle…
    the sea would find a way in

  16. all it takes
    a scoop of sand . . .
    the weight
    of my thoughts
    float away

  17. revision:

    all it takes
    is a scoop of sand . . .
    the weight
    of my thoughts
    float away

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