Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
You're turning these out at breakneck speed. Impressed. To me blogging and poetry are like sausage making: stuff 'em and churn 'em. Really enjoying this monk story line.
i am much more fond of leather sandals...it make me smile thinking of the flip flops...
Such a novice wearing flip flops, next time he should just go bare foot..haha...nice piece.
Is this good or bad, I wonder...It feels playful on one hand and kind of sad for the passed over on the other.
And we are all such, at first...
The image of the monk in the robe with the flip flops is interesting. Makes me wonder-- what shoes do the older abbotts wear...
Ha! His flip flops give his youth away! It's funny how the small things sometimes expose us isn't it?
Often wondered who it's harder on when a kid is the boss, I've had a few, and they ended up with my sympathy.
Proper footwear is a must!
great..the flip-flops the walking in anothers shoes...you are so good -- so much in these words....bkm
Effortless and elegant! Very very poetic!
Now if this is not a metaphor for life....
Flip flogs give away a lot about a person. Love this!
Haha! "flip flogs" - a slip of the tongue.
Reminds me of an assignment I had to write a poem featuring onomatopoeia; it was about flip flops.I like the pun on "cloak."
Ha - can just see the wide eyed look after the first flip flopsLove what Square Corner said about churning them (blogs)out
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.