Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Morning head at this end too, Ollie. I love this poem! The misty metaphors fading into steam. Good one.
Sometimes coffee steam is just coffee steam.Excellent haiku, Ollie. I'm impressed - my haikus always suck.
I like the misty metaphors fading ~
Beautiful haiku - and an apt description of many mornings. I'm always a better writer as I drift off to sleep. Until morning reveals all the flaws.
This is very good. Touches senses other than sight -- the mist, and then the smell of coffee.
Just lovely... a moment lost in thought.
a reflective moment, fleeting as steam itself, yet made permanent here. i love how words can do that. 'night poems' was the line for me, echoed in 'misty metaphors'*deep sigh.
Sounds like my early mornings!
I like this...a LOT! I always write my poetry about 5:30 am with lots of rich Brazilian coffee. Hugs, pat
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