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Friday, April 8, 2016

Day 8

For today’s prompt, write a doodle poem. In my mind, I’m thinking of how I like to doodle when I’m talking on the phone or sitting in a meeting. I used to doodle in my classes when I was younger. So for a poem, I’m thinking this could start off as something small that stays small or builds to epic proportions. Doodle around a bit today. If needed, start by describing something close at hand or within your current field of vision.

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  1. DOODLES
    a pantoum

    She doodles in her notebook.
    Math class goes on around her,
    lessons unnoticed, unlearned,
    looks like she's taking notes.

    Math class goes on around her.
    Entwined initials spiral,
    look like she's taking notes
    roses grow in the margins.

    Entwined initials spiral,
    unlashed eyes shed dagger tears,
    roses grow in the margins,
    doodles cover every inch.

    Unlashed eyes shed dagger tears.
    Teacher explains slope of lines.
    Doodles cover every inch.
    Her grades have negative slope.

    Teacher explains slope of lines.
    She want art class, wants to paint.
    Her grades have negative slope,
    graded on what she can't do.

    She want art class, wants to paint.
    Lessons unnoticed, unlearned,
    graded on what she cannot do,
    she doodles in her notebook.

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    1. terrific doodle pantoum! I could picture the girls notebook. I've seen notebooks like that!! Good job.

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    2. You have yet again captured a classroom situation with sympathetic grace!!! I so admire pantoums, from afar though as I have never managed to write one. Well not yet anyway. You make me want to try it !

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    3. this was me in high school... math was beyond me and I wanted to be in English class - especially when studying poetry - and yes I filled my papers with doodles. you really set the scene with this one.

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  2. Linda Doodles all the Day by Linda Rivas Bole

    The detangler hair brush
    sits upon my desk
    even Damien uses it; he's one
    He's Breanne's son
    I use it on my own hair
    when it's tangled and a mess
    there's other assorted junk
    laying on my desk
    that belongs somewhere else, I guess
    A roll of duct tape, don't even ask
    a spool of white thread
    two notebooks, that I work in
    and bills, bills, bills
    pens galore and scissors, of course
    a bunch of rubber bands
    and my glasses
    some tweezers and a thermometer
    I was sick last week
    I'll put it all away, someday
    I say with tongue in cheek...

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    1. LOL. Great list poem though I'm not quite sure where the doodling is.

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    2. The poem is doodling...

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    3. Ah! Okay now it makes sense.

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    4. A roll of duct tape is essential. :) I like the whimsey of word doodling instead of picking up the stuff.

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    5. lol! yep! doodling a poem... what fun!

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  3. I'm calling this one a doodle poem - I saw a memo on Facebook and doodled around with it!

    Potato Poem, with Salt

    It is written on the Internet
    (and therefore must be true)
    that everything in the world
    is either a potato or not a potato.

    It’s a simply binary: white or sweet,
    Idaho, Maine or Yukon gold, fingerling
    or red bliss – all potatoes under their skins.
    Radishes, broccoli, and beets, are not.

    Some abominations call themselves
    potatoes: instant , freeze-dried, even
    synthetic flavored chips make the cut.
    Rice, though white and starchy, is no potato.

    A potato is a potato whether boiled,
    baked or fried, mayonnaised in a salad
    or served au gratin. Macaroni salad
    can only wish it made the grade.

    But what to do about yams? Cousins
    to sweet potatoes, they try to climb
    on board the potato train. But if we let
    the yams in, must we accept all monocots?

    And what of vodka, that joy juice,
    gift from the potato gods,
    that turns our brains to mash?
    Just drink enough and we won’t care!



    ©Priscilla Anne Tennant Herrington


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    1. I like this interesting take on potatoes. I once had a cookbook of potato recipes, and loved it. I got it to review, and found the author to be a delight. Small potatoes to Great Big, and a happy mash to you!

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    2. You doodled your poem like I did. I think MASH to you!!!

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    3. Love it! Somehow it reminded me of the winter Bonnie and I were sharing an apt. and bought a 50 lb bag of potatoes cheap and basically lived on them all winter.

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    4. The tyranty of the category! Let in the sweet orange ones fer pity sake! Have to go look up Monocot.... dang

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    5. this had me chuckling as it doodled and undoodled (not a word I know) with such fun! and omg! Victoria I had forgotten all about that 50 lb bag of potatoes! lmbo!

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  4. Doodle de doodle de doodle de doo
    if I am I, and you are you,
    then there's a we between us too...
    Doodle de doodle de doodle de doo
    This is my doodle, now how about you?

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    1. I got a chuckle out of this one Tasha!! Thanks, I needed a great big smile and a chuckle!!! Good job!

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    2. I feel like the next line should be "I am the walrus." LOL

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    3. koo koo kachu!

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    4. I really like this one! So simple - and yet, not so much so.

      Priscilla

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    5. I wish there was a like button on here! A fun poem and I agree with Victoria and Abigail on the next two lines - perfect

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  5. Scribbling A Life

    A curvy thingy here
    a figure eight there
    a thin line a thick line
    some wavy stuff crossing a page
    little dots underneath
    dots and xs
    switch pens
    another envelope
    the cover of a magazine
    next to the comics in the daily paper
    make transparent boxes 3D
    climb out of them
    with flowers
    with shooting stars

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    1. and that is how a professional doodler doodles! love it!

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  6. Sorry I'm late! I caught the crud :(
    Fair warning, this is nearly sacrilegious.

    Three crosses penciled in,
    hills of crayon.
    It is good.
    Paper sins nailed to wooden crosses,
    It is good.
    Bleeding human nailed to a wooden cross,
    for me?
    It is good?
    You and I--
    we held blindly,
    not thinking,
    reading,
    reasoning.

    Then, death took you.
    I began thinking,
    reading,
    reasoning,
    questioning.
    curled in my notebook,
    pencil crosses

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  7. Most of us here are much more sacrilegious than this. LOL. I love "Paper sins nailed to wooden crosses."

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    1. Good poem. Love the question rather than the usual statement "It is good?" Isn't it hard to tell most of the time!

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  8. There are certain letters I love to doodle
    the letter L is a favorite written in cursive
    surrounded by flowers,birds or a poodle
    perhaps doodles are somewhat subversive

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