Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
you and roberti'm afraid i slepthe comes back with photographs of the fog. you come back with pockets of peace.xoerin
I love this. Is there any coffee left?
"a place of slow coffee sips"Love this.A wonderful arrangment of words :)
our "rustles... creaks" are more like "thwacks... shrieks". comes from having 'em so close together.
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.
You never waste words, and I find that refreshing :)
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.