A Doodle Poem...

PAD Challenge 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.

 I drew my inspiration for 'doodling' from Robert's opening comments today:)

'Just show up', he said, 

So I did, 

Stood on the snow-dusted April bridge

(or was it a stepping-stone)

ah well, 

sometimes it isn't easy to tell

where hello and farewell 

eddy and swirl

in steady arrival 

stealing yesterday's girl

and startling her 

starry-eyed gaze

with ways 

of 'yes' and 'no'

that turn into days

that turn into seasons

that soon season tears

with bobble of blue-bell

and daffodil cheers

...a fleet of petals

on a sea of years

where a new day smiles

and beguiles the heart

to start again

...ere the work of art

that eddies and swirls

through the skin of dreams

drains the last drop

and stoppers the streams

where even 

the most robust 

or fair

are

winnowed 

to 

whispers

upon 

the 

air...

Janet Martin