Thursday, December 8, 2011

the Tired Monk's City

light fades
day in the city ends
the tired monk locks
the broken glass monastery
slow traffic trek home
back to the temple


Another Blog on "the City" - No Small Town Bring Down
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10 comments:

  1. temporal roomsDecember 8, 2011 at 3:24 PM

    great bit
    safe trip
    home

    ~robert

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  2. Square CornerDecember 8, 2011 at 6:44 PM

    God Bless the Monk between day and night. His universal weariness lives in us all.

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  3. Laura MariaDecember 8, 2011 at 7:18 PM

    I really liked this. You did an awesome job with the prompt!

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  4. Rhonda PalmerDecember 8, 2011 at 8:44 PM

    I'm so ready to go back to the temple sometimes.

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  5. UnknownDecember 9, 2011 at 1:44 AM

    Nice poem, good ending.

    Erick Flores

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  6. rchDecember 9, 2011 at 6:45 AM

    I really love the 'broken glass monastery' says so much in 3 words, watch that traffic :^D

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  7. Sherry Blue SkyDecember 9, 2011 at 1:34 PM

    I can see him and feel the wearyness, and the lift of the heart as he heads home to the temple.

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  8. Rosemary Nissen-WadeDecember 9, 2011 at 7:05 PM

    Nice! You captured the moment perfectly, I think.

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  9. Janet MartinDecember 9, 2011 at 11:46 PM

    This short poem is loaded with imagery and feeling. Oh, I really enjoyed it!
    Thank-you,

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  10. RavenDecember 11, 2011 at 9:10 AM

    This speaks to me, I mean right TO me, but I am not sure what it says. I like it and also Like the fact that I had to go to Olsomonics and read your city piece.

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