Thursday, February 3, 2011

tired monk: winter katana

snow falls, piles,
drifts dune deep
cars buried
wheels spin
sink deep

over the white banks
big monkish snow yeti




robes flap
leggings tight wrapped
to his back
a shovel strapped

his winter katana

digs and digs down
tires grip road
red shovel waves
in rearview mirror
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7 comments:

  1. all ways 11 o'clockFebruary 3, 2011 at 10:53 AM

    ah winter Ollie.
    a good write to read by the stove.
    thank you.

    ~robert

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  2. Brother OllieFebruary 3, 2011 at 11:06 AM

    Goofy? Too much fun with photoshop?...great toy...indulge me.

    Thanks Friends.

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  3. Poets UnitedFebruary 3, 2011 at 12:28 PM

    Ollie I loved this one. I just happened to be on the blog list at Poets United and this photo popped up. Made me laugh and the poem is so fitting. You have a wonderful niche here you carved out. I love the Monk's adventures! He looks so determined!

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 3, 2011 at 1:39 PM

    Bare feet in the snow???? Brrrrrr! Another good slice of a monk's life moment!!! I love how you see the world, and share those snippets with us:)

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  5. erinFebruary 3, 2011 at 3:22 PM

    I think Robert and I met two of you just last week. Impossible? Never.

    Wonderful write and play.

    xo
    erin

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  6. lorelyFebruary 3, 2011 at 4:32 PM

    You must be in the Blizzard-athon world we just experienced! I decided to write about palm trees for a sweet escape. Does your monk friend ever travel to the tropics?

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  7. Human ParadoxFebruary 5, 2011 at 12:45 PM

    True winter monk. I think you've touched an archetype here Olie. Seems to resonate with folks.

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