Monday, July 25, 2011

a tired monk morning

been down to the forest
pre-dawn deep in shadows
a place of slow coffee sips

inside

little rustles...creaks
novices awake
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6 comments:

  1. erinJuly 25, 2011 at 8:27 AM

    you and robert

    i'm afraid i slept

    he comes back with photographs of the fog. you come back with pockets of peace.

    xo
    erin

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  2. FireblossomJuly 25, 2011 at 12:32 PM

    I love this. Is there any coffee left?

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  3. suzyJuly 25, 2011 at 3:49 PM

    "a place of slow coffee sips"
    Love this.
    A wonderful arrangment of words :)

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  4. Bethany AnnJuly 25, 2011 at 9:17 PM

    our "rustles... creaks" are more like "thwacks... shrieks". comes from having 'em so close together.

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  5. PhotoDictionJuly 25, 2011 at 9:39 PM

    Really like the image of the early morning forest this evokes, with the lone monk in lonely contemplation of his surroundings. You do such a wonderful job of eliciting response from your readers in such brief verse. A wonderful gift.

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  6. UnknownJuly 26, 2011 at 12:36 PM

    You never waste words, and I find that refreshing :)

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