The concept is simple: Here’s a doodle. Now write a poem to accompany it!
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willow weeping / Pokea: the / bowl receiving
Reblogged this on A Walk In Haiku and commented:
of the willow branches …
as a butterfly…
I start the journey that
nobody can do for me
ignoring the symbolism
I touch her hand
beneath the willow
rainy / day: tips / Feng Shui
the willow branches dip
into the river . . .
each paper boat I’ve sailed
across the depth of my heart
Paper Boat Spring
willow branches. touching water. the moment Spring becomes the season. I enter. slip off my shoes. sit on the bank. place a boat in the water. waiting for the sun. to send me deeper. into shadows and shade. I like this moment. I take a breath. Spring.
beneath willow branches
I slip into Spring
You are doing haibun so well.
aloha Symanntha. thank you. every so often a form like haibun seems to reach out and take hold of me. often it is something I’ve gravitated toward before understanding that there was/is actually a name for something I had been doing in some way on my own. when I discovered haibun was such a form it slowly crept up on me. until a few months ago when it seems to have blossomed right out from under my finger tips on the keyboard. I suspect I’m still learning about my own voice in haibun. which of course is way fun to explore. I’m glad you like what I am doing. Aubrie’s “doodling” and project is a delightful way for me to explore within the perimeters of the challenge. which again reveal new possibilities for my voice and approach to haibun. way fun on that. aloha.
I think you’ve found your voice! I think you do haibun really well. I know what you mean about a form taking hold of you, haiku has done that to me.
pool of tears
hearts bowed down
Boat and journey
The sun is born today.
no paper in my pocket
we sail a stick instead
a little grebe emerges
from its dive
Willows inspire many poems and hope to write something new. Beautiful painting.
This is a favorite poem from my years in Illinois.
The weeping willow
performs its own ballet
singing of solace
dancing of peace.
(Published in Bell’s Letters, The Discerning Poet, and SMILE)
where the willow
kisses the sky-
paperboat and I
Reblogged this on Failing at Haiku and commented:
This doodle challenge that Aubrie has put together is beautiful. I really encourage you to go to her site and check out how other poets have responded in the comments.
Wisconsin willows are becoming spring too. They are wrapped in so many memories of time in Milwaukee with my mother, and all the years now after her passing. They have wept for me, reaching to heaven, earth, and water at the same time. They remind me of Psalm One and that I will bear fruit again in season.
sunrise yellow tulips in a blue vase
moving on to another
chapter of my life . . .
my promises untangle
from the branches
of a willow tree
her slight touch
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