Tuesday, April 17, 2012

On the Brink of 300...


The Tired Monk is heading out on a Pilgrimage; after four years and, oh so close, to three hundred poems.

Just out on the road looking for saints.

Thank You

first step

trees are budding
the old forest path is dry
a pilgrim takes his first step

Thursday, April 5, 2012

A Tired Monk Ponders Escape


didn't I already escape
up from the world
into the temple
and deep
into monastery halls


some days
I ponder another one
another escape
away from robes, duties,
and the razor nicks,
and stings
on this old tonsured head

A short short story...

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

temples empty

temples empty
fewer novices sit out by the gates
waiting to be let in

they used to sit out there
cold n'cloaked huddled
tight under the hemlock tree

makes for quiet halls,
but the dust still gathers
the tired monk sweeps