Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
I always do feel bad for goldfish stuck in a tiny bowl. Glad this one's free!
Oh it looks so lovely, and the fish so happy! Nice image of you sitting by the pond........
I tried 3 times yesterday to comment on this but Explorer wasn't playing fair. Now on Chrome.. I can't remember what I said; suffice to say that I enjoyed the piece...
it's there in your soul, something well balanced. i was going to say well measured but then that would imply that you perhaps did all of the work.i smile when i read you, and feel something release.xoerin
Old Ollie,I'm pleased to read that the thaw has finally arrived.The tired monk deserves some warmth in his life.Eileen
how does the caffeine sit with the temple dogs?seems a bit risky to share, to me.
Refound freedom with feast - delicious.Temple dogs benefit too.Excellent.Anna :o]
The freedom from the bowl and playing around with time can be most fulfilling.
there's something about water that can make people watching it for a long time. Excellent writing. I enjoyed reading them. Thank you for stopping by to mine earlier too.
Imagination coming forward through the "way back machine".
"thank-you": that's nature's tune. we have trouble hearing it. Kroptkin heard a few bars.
I'm glad it's warm enough to put the fish back in the pond finally!
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.