Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
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
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
The last stanza...WHOA...
smiles. it is nice to be humbled at times...the chips knocked off...nice write...
Oh, I so love "the milky mouth of the baby monk".....so lovely!
Excellent write, Ollie. "the milky mouth of the baby monk" I like that a lot.Pamela
This made me smile. So much said in so few words :)
Takes a babe to chew the chips off sometimes. At least they finally served a useful purpose. Fine poem.
A baby, monk or not, can make chips fall and remind one of how far they have come. Enjoyed your poem. Cheers
I just hope he doesn't think this gets him his own sandal parking space just yet, though. ;-)
As always you capture grandness with just a few words...nicely done.
Nothing like taking a roundhouse right from a baby. - Brendan
those old bitter chips.....and milky mouth of the baby monk...great lines here...cheers pete
I didn't know they were recruiting monks so young these days, Ollie! (LOL!)
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
A nice read Ollie!very well written :)
Dear OllieOh! Beautiful imagery.. Milky mouth of baby monk.. liked it so much...ॐ नमः शिवायOm Namah Shivayahttp://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/whispers-memories-from-living.htmlAt Twitter @VerseEveryDay
Great write! I'm enjoying reading your "Monk" poems. Just discovered them.
"shoulders weightedin old bitter chips"Nice..so much in just few words.The ending was beautiful
babies are such a burden... until you love one, eh?
Sounds yucky Olie. Still, nice description.
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