Friday, March 4, 2011

the tired monk thinks of spring

tea cools
too quick

temple dog
lifts her paw

winter robes
getting thin

beer burst
frothy puddle

still...the sun lights this early morning forest
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17 comments:

  1. AnonymousMarch 4, 2011 at 11:39 AM

    Sometimes the guitar has got to be an nth out-of-tune to nail the notes dead-on. Perhaps because the great wheel's off a notch does the next day shine so perfect. Go figure. - Brendan

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 4, 2011 at 12:27 PM

    Ooooooh, I love this, especially the title, and the last line......hope! Just lovely.

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  3. SusannahMarch 4, 2011 at 1:17 PM

    :-) wonderful.

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  4. AndreasMarch 4, 2011 at 2:52 PM

    tea...beer

    i think of what gary snyder wrote:

    "there are those who love to get dirty and fix things. they drink coffee at dawn, beer after work.

    and those who stay clean, just appreciate things. at breakfast they have milk and juice at night.

    there are those who do both, they drink tea."

    a lot of things getting fixed at this particular temple, i guess.

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  5. MaryMarch 4, 2011 at 8:16 PM

    I just love the ending to this poem!

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  6. erinMarch 4, 2011 at 9:15 PM

    things breathe of their own volition, the tea, the beer, the dog, even the sun. who are we to count on anything and yet, spring, it comes (i think).

    however, we were hit with a foot of snow today and another to come tomorrow. and the next, then the trees will be lit.

    xo
    erin

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  7. Brian MillerMarch 15, 2011 at 5:35 PM

    come on spring...like the little images...nice one shot!

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  8. Sarath UnnithanMarch 15, 2011 at 6:16 PM

    aaahhh..spring is coming.. :)

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  9. LauraMarch 15, 2011 at 6:17 PM

    so many of us still waiting for the warmth to really grace us! Beautiful little poem.

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  10. AnonymousMarch 15, 2011 at 6:20 PM

    Just a big smile!

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  11. MarianMarch 15, 2011 at 6:47 PM

    i could go for a yummy spring beer. all hoppy and sunny.

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  12. TimoteoMarch 15, 2011 at 6:56 PM

    Temple dog laps up the beer puddle?

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  13. flaubertMarch 15, 2011 at 7:23 PM

    "still...the sun lights this early morning forest"
    such a glimmer of hope from that last line, Ollie.

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  14. hedgewitchMarch 15, 2011 at 9:45 PM

    Spring, like so many fleeting pleasures, is sometimes better in those cold tired days anticipating her arrival. Where I live, she's gone before you can mop up a frozen beer, so every day counts. Excellent compressed and sharp piece.

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  15. BubbaMarch 16, 2011 at 7:47 AM

    The sun always comes, in the end. Nice, Ollie!

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  16. Shashidhar SharmaMarch 16, 2011 at 12:21 PM

    Dear Ollie

    Beautiful ... so vivid and interesting ... your words of depiction so bright and powerful.. I liked it...
    Thanks for sharing.


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  17. Steve IsaakMarch 23, 2011 at 5:15 PM

    Excellent, perfect, wish I'd written this (said in an amiable/non-jealous way).

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