these halls
are empty
dark
fewer novices
fewer monks
at last count: two monks
and one of them is tired
wait
there were a few more
so called monks
overseeing detention
of so called novices
caught pen-handed
writing
so called haiku
Love it!! Caught pen- handed... Hopefully discovering the poet monk inspires a new generation of poet monks to follow in his not-so-tired footsteps...
ReplyDeleteI love it. "two monks and one of them is tired" I hear you - tired at this end too, Ollie. Those gray winter skies - ack! Love this poem!
ReplyDeleteTired Old Monk ... this made me chuckle! I loved it because it made me think of what I have done, which is create a blog for my Haiku alone. But I have been so busy that there are no Haiku ... I have been unable to get into the frame of mind to get them out of me. So this resonated with me.
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