Doodle

We gather and hail our fellow men
Squabble rather intensely with our
Hearts and heads and hands
Expounding around-
Fleshing up the bare bones.

Then I find my way home
To sleep sweetly soundly...
After staring at walls and at nothing.
As the silence hits
I pick up a pen to
Doodle.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-02-22 at 05:48

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Sid Gardner
Linda is unique and a long time writer.Well worth reading again and again.
This one is typical of life writing through experience..(I think) In my case I dont pick up a pen and doodle.I pick up a bottle of white port and...............
shake hands with oblivion. Nice one again Linda.
Sid.
2009-02-23


Kathy Lockhart
your doodles tell pieces of life. keep up the doodles.
2009-02-23


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Jenks....I'd prefer a noodle, since you can't digest a doodle...

xxx Stan
2009-02-23


Northlight
Keep on to doodle, it can be
fun when one is a bit lonely and
the result may just be a surprise the
next morning.:-) /N.
2009-02-22


CC
very interesting. effective structure and nice rhytm
2009-02-22