Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
getting ready to enterthe monastic order of the day.~robert
every morning the world is strange.somehow we work our way into it.
Such an honest reflection...
"Morning monk work" - I love the sound of those words. Be kind to your poor old head, Ollie.
Momma said there'd be days like this!
That's the exact kind of day I had! Nice alliterations :)
hah, my head is steaming all the damn time.
I adore "morning monk work!"
I love the imagery surrounding your hard work
Steam like a nimbus?
If we could harness that steam and use to make an Abbey Beer...that would be outstanding!!!!! Lol...I liked this, sometimes its not all sunshine and roses...but thats OK.
Morning monk work...love that...
Love the humor:))...I find myself wondering 'what is monk work'? Smiles~
So might I ask, what is morning monk work? Ollie might I ask you to join me at my Haiku Blog? Due to illness I have been unable to concentrate or write anything that has any length to it at all. So I started my Haiku blog called NOH-WHERE. I have really missed all. Thank you, Lizhttp://nohwhere.wordpress.com
Add my voice to the chorus: what exactly constitutes morning monk work? Very real, gritty feeling to this, nice one!
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.