Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
You have captured a lovely image within the clearing (love that).
Good stuff, per always.
Old Ollie,Your image of the city has an auterity about it. Simply the impersonal feel, even with city snow...Tired Monk lives in a better place. The city is far enough away to allow him the peace he requires..( Rather like myself living in Macclesfield, as opposed to the city of Manchester. Thanks for your comment Ollie!!)Best Wishes, Eileen
I really like the sound of these lines:'the Tired Monkslips through driftswalking stick steadies'
So beautiful - makes me want to go for a walk at night! In the country the stars are glorious.
Well written! Reminds me of winter.Erick Flores
Another beautiful, evocative image.
I don't want to walk in those cold city nights...Nice one ~
another treat, but b-r-r-r-r!
You draw the tired monk clearly, and then the whole scene is lit by that last line.
that "black snow" only appears when the lights are behind it... it's a specific image that always surprises me.
this made me want to walk those same dark, cold streets...
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