Tuesday, March 8, 2011

robe shoulders

these old robes

heavy

shoulders weighted
in old bitter chips

cleaned this morning
by the milky mouth
of the baby monk
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22 comments:

  1. Eileen T O'Neill .....March 8, 2011 at 11:23 AM

    Old Ollie,
    It is good to read that there are times when tired old monk, can actually cast aside those heavy worries bearing down upon his tired frame.

    Enjoyable......
    Best regards, Eileen

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  2. signed...bkmMarch 8, 2011 at 12:38 PM

    What a wonderful write...Ollie...it is so good to the writing from behind the walls, you offer so much prespective and insite....and the baby monk...life is renewed everywhere...nice writing...bkm

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  3. Lucy Fur LeapsMarch 8, 2011 at 5:15 PM

    Lovely :-)

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  4. TimoteoMarch 8, 2011 at 5:51 PM

    The last stanza...WHOA...

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  5. Brian MillerMarch 8, 2011 at 6:12 PM

    smiles. it is nice to be humbled at times...the chips knocked off...nice write...

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  6. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 8, 2011 at 6:34 PM

    Oh, I so love "the milky mouth of the baby monk".....so lovely!

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  7. flaubertMarch 8, 2011 at 8:06 PM

    Excellent write, Ollie. "the milky mouth of the baby monk" I like that a lot.

    Pamela

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  8. UnknownMarch 8, 2011 at 9:07 PM

    This made me smile. So much said in so few words :)

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  9. hedgewitchMarch 8, 2011 at 9:48 PM

    Takes a babe to chew the chips off sometimes. At least they finally served a useful purpose.
    Fine poem.

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  10. dustusMarch 8, 2011 at 10:41 PM

    A baby, monk or not, can make chips fall and remind one of how far they have come. Enjoyed your poem. Cheers

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  11. FireblossomMarch 8, 2011 at 11:53 PM

    I just hope he doesn't think this gets him his own sandal parking space just yet, though. ;-)

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  12. DasuntouchaMarch 9, 2011 at 12:14 AM

    As always you capture grandness with just a few words...nicely done.

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  13. AnonymousMarch 9, 2011 at 9:03 AM

    Nothing like taking a roundhouse right from a baby. - Brendan

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  14. MarshyMarch 9, 2011 at 11:10 AM

    those old bitter chips.....and milky mouth of the baby monk...great lines here...cheers pete

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  15. BubbaMarch 9, 2011 at 11:53 AM

    I didn't know they were recruiting monks so young these days, Ollie! (LOL!)

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  16. ElizabethMarch 11, 2011 at 5:43 PM

    A baby, no matter the time or place, reminds us of better things and ways of being. Softens all the edges, if we let them,

    Elizabeth

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  17. OliviaMarch 12, 2011 at 5:36 AM

    A nice read Ollie!
    very well written :)

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  18. Shashidhar SharmaMarch 12, 2011 at 8:02 AM

    Dear Ollie

    Oh! Beautiful imagery.. Milky mouth of baby monk.. liked it so much...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/whispers-memories-from-living.html
    At Twitter @VerseEveryDay

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  19. LolamouseMarch 12, 2011 at 11:09 AM

    Great write! I'm enjoying reading your "Monk" poems. Just discovered them.

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  20. Uma AnandaneMarch 13, 2011 at 6:30 PM

    "shoulders weighted
    in old bitter chips"

    Nice..so much in just few words.The ending was beautiful

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  21. Bethany AnnMarch 17, 2011 at 10:13 PM

    babies are such a burden... until you love one, eh?

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  22. Human ParadoxMarch 17, 2011 at 10:39 PM

    Sounds yucky Olie. Still, nice description.

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