Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
jerseys tear...the teaming of monks - whose team chants louder and longer....bkm
Good one, Ollie! Can hear the throaty yells and rattly teeth!!!!
Yeah,there's only one contest, really, whatever color the jerseys.
What I enjoy about your minimalist style is that you provide a guideline for the scene and allow me to fill in the rest, much like how a movie script is a wire frame that a director can flesh out.Good job!
you captured the fierce beauty of that moment of man unleashed....
That's the way--rough and tough. Excellent OSW!
i can feel adrenaline rush... great piece!
A great game this is, played by the toughest monks. Good description Olie.
Ya load sixteen tons, and whaddya get...
Love this very effective short verse that tells an entire story! Great.
just love it - all the power of scrummage and run and tackle and try captured in so few words.
"You do, or you do not... there is no try."- Mr. Miyagi, "The Karate Kid" (the original)
love the whole piece by the last line especially: "a try"
Having stood on a rugby game touch line with November mists and chill for company, this scene was called up by the words and felt in the memory
So much imagery of the game in so few words, well done.Anita.
i agree with so many of the comments before mine -- a few words, and yet, an entire story.
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.