Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
aren't these the moments that we live for. oh, these, and all the others before, after, and inbetween.xoerin
Everything you write is infused with atmosphere, and this is no exception. I loved it.
Yeah, these moments. To feel the warmth of your body as the cold moves in. To feel alive like that.
such a serene place you create...the lingering warmth as the cool crawls in...nice...
I love the depth you achieve in relating simple moments - there is a profound feeling underlying every word and the reader is swept right into the mood. It slows the mind and brings such peace. Good work, Ollie! You heal sore spirits with your writing. Each word rings like a temple bell.
I see Michigan isn't the only place with roller coaster weather this spring. Nice one, Ollie!
Canada, Michigan and Reno...still cold, I guess. Although to me this felt like the beginning of fall. You created an effective sense of place.
The faster the scatter, the warmer the robes. But sometimes you have to keep sweeping.
Love the images in this...
a buddha would saysomething about sufferingor possibly not
Your poems make me want to visit the place where this monk lives. It always seems so peaceful.
big fan of this one and so many of your poems! stopping by to also say:As Poets United reaches its first anniversary this coming week we want to thank you for your support. Over the past year we have grown to 250 members plus and are steadily growing. Poets United is proud to have you as one of our members and look forward to another successful year. Your imagination, creativity and willingness to share with us is what makes our community such a wonderful place. Thank you for beautiful poetry and thank you for being a part of Poets United.
Ah, the master. Constant practice amidst even brewing storms.
i motherand tidyand stay warmi draw picturesand read blogsand get chilly(but only on the outside)
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.