Thursday, February 10, 2011

shadow robes

long lingering
night watch duty
outside
the temple gates



little glow
out by the forest

novices  - muffle their coughs

a few hot puffs
from the master's pipe

the tired monk waits


smiles

lost deep
in shadow robes

18 comments:

  1. Oh I so love this! Can see it all, feel the peacefulness and quiet...........see his smile. Beautiful writing, Ollie!

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  2. I can imagine the scenes as you say..Nice!

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  3. Beautifully illustrated with your words, Ollie.

    Pamela

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  4. I can see the scene and love the ending -
    'lost deep
    in shadow robes '

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  5. Wonderful images. Beautiful feeling.

    Elizabeth

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  6. Beautifully crafted poem. Your poem leaves me with a feeling of peacefulness!

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  7. I felt I was there ... wonderful.

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  8. Ollie,
    I love the idea of The Tired Monk, lurking in the shadows!

    Best wishes,
    Eileen

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  9. Powerful lost in deep shadow robe, it is profound and peaceful! Great Job~

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  10. Nice, peaceful poem.
    "Lost deep
    in shadow robes."
    Exactly like a monk.

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  11. You - quiet old monk.

    Are novices welcome? The throat does tickle.

    xo
    erin

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  12. I missed these poems while on the road. Nicely done.

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  13. Illustrated so nicely with your words!

    Take care
    M.R

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  14. Your description is so vivid. I am going to be taking a weeklong workshop at an Abbey starting tomorrow so I imagine this poem will be in my head as I wander among the monks. :)

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