Tuesday, January 24, 2012

so called

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
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5 comments:

  1. ShaistaJanuary 24, 2012 at 8:20 AM

    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...

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 24, 2012 at 11:37 AM

    I 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!

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  3. Kat MortensenJanuary 24, 2012 at 11:53 AM

    Ha! I love how this ends!
    I've ventured into haiku-territory today, myself.

    http://poetikat-km.blogspot.com/2012/01/haiku-in-teikei-for-toads.html

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  4. Kat MortensenJanuary 24, 2012 at 11:55 AM

    TM - Just noticed you've got me in your sidebar under "Kat's Poetry Trials". Everything is now at Poetikat's Invisible Keepsakes, but for my photo blog.

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  5. RavenJanuary 25, 2012 at 8:48 PM

    Tired 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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