Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Old Ollie,I am very concerned that tired monk, might be homeless!Unless of course he can seek refuge in a teacup!!I love these adventures.....Eileen
What a storm aftermath....saging roofs are never good for anyone even a tired monk. :-)
I love the cute little tea house! And the haiku.
lovely like the calm after the storm...bkm
...washed away in the moment.
A sagging roof could be dangerous Ollie.I like this.Pamela
smiles. i like the word play in that last line...it was the wind here last night....thought it would blow us away...
Flaubert is right. Here, please put on this hard hat. I'm worried about you now!
Never good when the garden is sifting through the roof...though I suppose you could turf it and graze a few small animals...nonsense aside, sharp image,simply stated, fine micropoem.edit: my word verification was pignolia--I'm seeing the grazing thing even more clearly now.
The notebook pic and verse is so cool!Here's to better weather, Ollie!
I know what that means - it means sandstorm. And as for being homeless...isn't he a poet? A poet monk is a blessed homeless person making his way up the mountain (at least in my mind)..so I'm sorry for the sandy setback. He'll write himself out of it I am quite sure. Thanks, Gay @beachanny
Dear OllieIts a great piece.. I love haiku and this one is perfect..ॐ नमः शिवायOm Namah Shivayahttp://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/whispers-night-along-sea.htmlTwitter @VerseEveryDay
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