Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
I love it......the monk's bowl.
I can just picture this monk
yes yes! how about some maple syrup while you're there? some fresh basil? hmmmm.
pepper and salt please? LOL! JJRod'z
Your monk bowl must be the size of a wok! This poem creates a wonderful image for me.
I love the image that arrives; I see a bowl of soup pleasing to the eye and touching the soul~Old Monk knows.... ;D
Mmmm...wonderfully evocative.I can alreading hear the fish and vegetable sizzling!
ollie, even that last line can become many things. at first i thought, oh, a fish for a bowl, a pet. and then i thought, holy shit, ollie's eating him. and then i noted the enough.oh. i think i need help, ollie.xoerin
Must be a huge bowl if he's already so tired in the morning.
Old Ollie,It is good to know that the old tired monk, does go shopping at times.I'm quite sure he also tends a kitchen garden?Eileen
Handing out bowl after bowl of a fresh fish soup is something a bodhisattva would do.
Goldie #1 met up with the toilet bowl, did he?
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