Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
almost time for the Monk to leave those hallowed halls until fall.love stanza iii!good write Ollie.~robert
I love these, Ollie - love the ancient notebook filling with young poems. Yay! I love the tired monk's poems!
Such precious moments, these, so precisely rendered.
This reminds me of Roald Dahl ensconced in his writing hut filling his ideas books (shabby old sleeping back instead of robes). Great Olsonomic use of words.
sword of wood and led - I am working on something where I use a "dagger of graphite." enjoyed these little glimpses that say so very much.
stanza 3 is my fav as well...have several of those notebooks...
A deep breath, prayer of thanks for finding a few peaceful words of tranquility in your images.
"sword of wood and lead" - Nicely done, as always :)
a shield of poemsDo they shield, or are they the sword?
hood up - head downancient notebookfilling with young poemsa robed sanctuarya shield of poemssword of wood and lead......word....a sword of wood and lead...I like that...nicely done.
Swords of wood and lead are the most powerful indeed! I loved every moment of this... I could almost smell the school-ness of the photo too. :)
always a pleasure to read your stuff, ollie. for some reason i am really drawn to poetry that discusses poetry. there is something very poetic about it.
you're an interesting man, ollie. i mean this with great respect. sometimes when i'm working i imagine you come into the store and i help you out as a customer, never knowing it was you, but thinking perhaps it was. somehow this elevates all of these other men:)xoerin
Wonderful Ollie. Thanks for stopping by. I just love your images and word flow. Excellent work...Melanie
aren't they made with graphite now? ;)
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.