Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
I love this one so much, Ollie. I can see and feel the monk......love the longing to be a saint, and the beard full of locust wings and honey twigs is just inspired. Loved it.
This is really rather brilliant. I really quite like it!
Fits my monk vocations.Do you have a book out, Ollie?
Ollie,The tired monk is having a difficult day. Hunger is troubling his thoughts.His saintly aspirations are interesting....EileenThank you for all your much appreciated comments.
Oh, to be saint in the city.First get stomach full of hamburger and beer...then save all beings.To each his own, I guess.I'm just pissed cause I'm tired of eating locust wings and sticky honey twigs.
Nice. Reminds of my old tatami days. I treasure those memories.
I really enjoyed this!
Poor monk needs his supper and a good night's rest. :)
Oh, this is really good - as I knew it would be, just from the title!
How beautiful--right up my alley. I love your title for this too.
Very oriental feel and interesting conceit - anything is good with honey :-)
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