Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
The hopeless repetitions sometimes only serve to heighten the loneliness, as you have shown so well in these lines.
a little better now but still i am... good i don't have any cravings when im on this state...JJRod'z
Old Ollie,A very sad image, of real loneliness. Seeking some consolation..........Eileen
I believe we all have these moments and that they end when we get tired of them and reach out. Very realistic portrayal and well done.Elizabeth
Touching. The short, sweet lines speak volumes.
Ugh...loss and loneliness...hard to console someone in either state.
*sigh*you put me right there.
matthew 12:20"a bruised reed he will not break,and a smouldering wick he will not quench,until he brings justice to victory"
As always, Ollie, your finger is right on the pulse of what being lonely feels like. Awesome.
And hopiing tobacco will fill the spaces. Too sad.
'Tired as any monk' is a universal expression and the image speaks a lot. *Sigh*Thanks for sharing.
Your words paint the image of solitude...I knew the Monk would pull this one off :D
Nicely done. Love the cigarette butts image - makes it so real. Good take on the prompt.
Got a light?
Could be my favorite? It's gotta be.
This rings of the everyday person, who has been beaten down by life, which has taken its toll. Somehow they feel cheated, left behind. Not asking for much, just a little something. Nice one.
Nice combination of words and photo. I like the appearance of the word "monk."
yeah man...loss and loneliness suck...
I've always felt there was an inherent sadness about smoking cigarettes; not the sophisticated choice of days gone by, but rather a habit born of boredom, slowly burning one's days until they're finally snuffed out.(My mom died of cancer recently)
Been feeling lonely lately, this poem just hit it on the head.. Great piece
Yeah, loss and loneliness will make you tired. As for smoking a cigarette, writer Willy Kyrklund - who started smoking in his forties - said: at some point in life desire unfulfilled becomes so great a force that it makes perfect sense to acquire a desire you can fulfill.
I am rapidly becoming a fan of these poems of yours. Brilliant. This, one of the best.
yes, this is just right.also, pull out your guitar and sing this one.
Lovely and concise, you capture the sadness of loneliness quite vividly.
Sharp, sad and succinct, Ollie.Always use the metaphor of an ashtray so this played its part for me.
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.