Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Flip Flopped

old boss?
no young
a youth promoted
up into the Abbott's rooms

a night he slips
into monks robes
the cloak of the novice
walks among us
his flip flops
give him away

18 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. i am much more fond of leather sandals...it make me smile thinking of the flip flops...

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  3. Such a novice wearing flip flops, next time he should just go bare foot..haha...nice piece.

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  4. Is this good or bad, I wonder...

    It feels playful on one hand and kind of sad for the passed over on the other.

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  5. And we are all such, at first...

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  6. The image of the monk in the robe with the flip flops is interesting. Makes me wonder-- what shoes do the older abbotts wear...

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  7. Ha! His flip flops give his youth away! It's funny how the small things sometimes expose us isn't it?

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  8. 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.

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  9. great..the flip-flops the walking in anothers shoes...you are so good -- so much in these words....bkm

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  10. Effortless and elegant! Very very poetic!

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  11. Now if this is not a metaphor for life....

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  12. Flip flogs give away a lot about a person. Love this!

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  13. Haha! "flip flogs" - a slip of the tongue.

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  14. Reminds me of an assignment I had to write a poem featuring onomatopoeia; it was about flip flops.

    I like the pun on "cloak."

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  15. Ha - can just see the wide eyed look after the first flip flops

    Love what Square Corner said about churning them (blogs)out

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