Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Cool! I feel like I'm in school:)
Empty steps. Like a koan: show me what your steps sound like before your parents are born.
oh my. do you need a forest?xoerin
A hall monitor, but no one to monitor.How simple that is!
I have have that duty ... roaming hospital halls during the graveyard shift. You are right it is indeed lonely. This make an excellent Haiku.
Quite an illustration.
I can hear the echoes!
Old Ollie,A very lonely watch. Too many unseen images and unheard shadows!!Eileen
Remeber kids upchucking and then the grumpy janitor would pour this green powdery stuff on it. It'd only mask the smell, and the janitor was a sadist who'd let it just sit there.You caputre school hallways nicely.
I like how succinctly you captured the 'lonely hall duty'. Seems like my life nowadays....
I can smell the polish and hear the echo of a generation of ghosts...
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