Tuesday, March 1, 2011

a divergent tired monk poem

i)

i ain't joining
that is how we say it up here
that's right:
i ain't joining
that is how we do it up here

ii)

our robes
wrapped against the world

iii)

shovels snow
pens poems

touching archetypes...
...that is how we do it up here
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18 comments:

  1. erinMarch 1, 2011 at 9:57 AM

    can we sit so quietly by
    can we walk only
    and watch the trees

    and is that right
    and is there wrong
    and might there be a difference

    how large are your robes
    is there room enough for one more

    xo
    erin

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  2. AndreasMarch 1, 2011 at 11:02 AM

    it's a tempting way of life. i don't know about you but i've got a real knack for it. shoveling snow, penning poems. why the hell should i join?
    i tell myself. i tell myself cause there's no one else around.

    great stuff this.

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 1, 2011 at 12:51 PM

    Love it, Ollie.....a wave of the snow shovel to you!And a nod of the pen:)

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  4. Jenne' R. Andrews March 1, 2011 at 5:26 PM

    curious about those archetypes. I'm sure you echo a number of our sentiments...xxxj

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  5. MarianMarch 1, 2011 at 6:52 PM

    been doin' it up here just about enough for one year, so far as i'm concerned. :)

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  6. flaubertMarch 1, 2011 at 7:53 PM

    What's a snow shovel, Ollie?
    "It don't snow
    in Mexico" :)
    Nice one shot!

    Pamela

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  7. KBMarch 1, 2011 at 8:57 PM

    Love your nod of the pen.

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  8. Brian MillerMarch 1, 2011 at 9:22 PM

    you know, i am glad in the simple life, pens are allowed...

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  9. signed...bkmMarch 1, 2011 at 9:24 PM

    excellent...touching archetypes..great image...wrapped rooms against the world...

    love your view on life...differnt from so many others...thank you for sharing it..bkm

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  10. hedgewitchMarch 2, 2011 at 1:22 AM

    Touch too many archetypes and they will be touching you?...I find joining always leads inevitably to unjoining, therefore seems like a bit of a waste.

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  11. Lucy Fur LeapsMarch 2, 2011 at 4:49 AM

    haha! Speaks volumes...I'm crap at joining- I like to cheer from the side, especially if I get to sit down with pen and paper to do it ;-)

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  12. Strummed WordsMarch 2, 2011 at 7:06 AM

    Appealing right now
    the simple, quite life...

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  13. AnonymousMarch 2, 2011 at 8:47 AM

    Solace, dear anchorite, in knowing exactly what there is left to do. Ollie archetypes, poem pen, snow shovel, this way, this way ... Brendan

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  14. TimoteoMarch 2, 2011 at 12:45 PM

    That's what I said when they kicked me out of the Boy Scouts after one day!

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  15. budh.aaahMarch 2, 2011 at 11:14 PM

    Well Ollie all I can say is that you do it right - up there

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  16. Shashidhar SharmaMarch 3, 2011 at 4:31 AM

    Dear Ollie

    I enjoyed the simplistic way this poem flows... I liked your lines ...
    'our robes
    wrapped against the world'
    Very much.. so true...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/whispers-winter-dew.html
    Twitter @VerseEveryDay

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  17. Human ParadoxMarch 3, 2011 at 10:43 PM

    Gotta diverge to come together eh Olie?
    Nice one.

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  18. Steve IsaakMarch 8, 2011 at 5:48 PM

    Made me smile: perfect.

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