Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Oh what a beautiful and sweet image - you flying in your tired monk robes. I so love these tired monk poems. Being a tired crone lacking robes but having some of the serenity of a tired monk!
This is a beautiful poem.Nicely done.Pamela
Nice job on the 'wings' prompt, Ollie!(Why is that monk so darned tired anyway?)
Wonderful imagery! I love the contrasts..sharp gone soft..youth turned old..fierce become gentle. I too identify with your tired monk poems...:)
I like the contrast between the two stanzas; nice. :-)
What a set of wings indeed! :-)
This says a lot. Good job, Ollie.
I have also wondered what makes the monk so tired. Might he write a revelatory poem about it? Ollie, I have to say your suggestion to don the metaphorical monk robes actually works quite well. I feel serene, can almost feel their weight and their flapping around me......thank you so much. I must don them more often!!!! Have I told you how much I love your Tired Monk poems?
old Ollie,I really liked the image of the younger (tired ) monk, with a fresh set of wings with dagger tips.Then the quieter (tired) monk, simply dreaming...Happy Days...Best wishes, Eileen
hmmm. seems I'm late, Eileen and Sherry came here first. I should have discovered your blog a long time ago, there is so much to learn here. Nice set of metaphors.
dream-soaring in "tired monk robes" - such peace in the second, in contrast to the violence implicit in the first - love it
compact,beautiful flying poem.
I like your two looks a wings in this, and the way it makes me think about how the first became the second, other than time passing. Tired monk robes -- I like that image -- but I think they'd get in my way. Thanks for visiting my blog too.
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