Tuesday, February 15, 2011

a tired monk tea house storm

summer storm has left
tea house roof sags
garden sand rains

12 comments:

  1. 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

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  2. What a storm aftermath....saging roofs are never good for anyone even a tired monk. :-)

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  3. I love the cute little tea house! And the haiku.

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  4. lovely like the calm after the storm...bkm

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  5. A sagging roof could be dangerous Ollie.
    I like this.

    Pamela

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  6. smiles. i like the word play in that last line...it was the wind here last night....thought it would blow us away...

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  7. Flaubert is right. Here, please put on this hard hat. I'm worried about you now!

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  8. 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.

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  9. The notebook pic and verse is so cool!

    Here's to better weather, Ollie!

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  10. 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

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  11. Dear Ollie

    Its a great piece.. I love haiku and this one is perfect..

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/whispers-night-along-sea.html
    Twitter @VerseEveryDay

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