Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Definitely a uniform, well described. ☼ (The imagery was great!)
I love it, every image, the thinning end-of-winter socks, the Birkenstocks........wonderful, Ollie!
I KNEW he's wear birks!
I love this, "tucked poem deep" struck a cord, in fact your whole, hole poem did! I loved it~
Wonderful image here Ollie. And thank you for visiting my blog.
Great poem Ollie that last stanza...with the thin woolen sock in brickenstocks... Nice...bkm
You speak volumes in this tight verse. It was like you were at a word auction and at the most appropriate time you bought a word at the highest bidder: Apt, imagery-filled and terse. I love this.
from my perspective if you're taken heat for looken/thinken/acten different you are onto something great. yes, the poetry in the sock speaks to me like a tender kind of hurt and personal secret.xoerin
Apt to the prompt.well written form ,uniform
Wonderful description. Like Kim, I knew he wore Birks. I have had Birks for a long, long time. Love'em! And your poem.
I like the second stanza best I think --good as always Ollie!
I liked 'tucked poem deep' and no marching to be seen ...
Well described briefly. i liked the 'tucked poem deep'.
Old Ollie,tired monk is perhaps in need of some new socks. The idea of the 'thinning winter socks' seems sad.However, tired monk does have good fashion taste, with his birkenstock sandals!!!A lovely poem...Eileen
The uniform of life!!! Square Corner will return.
ha! woolen socks and birkenstocks! ...doesn't get much more Canadian than this.
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.