temples empty
fewer novices sit out by the gates
humble
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
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I'm so out of the blogging loop, but I'm happy to find this gem. Your poetry is always appreciated. Off to share it with others :)
ReplyDelete"the dust still gathers". nice to know you can always rely on some things.
ReplyDeletewhy fewer? why!
ReplyDeleteSpring break? I love this, Ollie. It is SNOWING here today, snowed Saturday too. Could someone please send Maintenance to fix the thermostat? It is stuck on winter. Argh.
ReplyDeleteI second a prior sentiment. Permanence can be surrounded by change.
ReplyDeleteAre you the school janitor? *kidding
ReplyDeleteLove the illustration.
I think this really illustrates that while some parts of life ebb and flow, some things are inevitable. A solid write.
ReplyDeleteOld Ollie,
ReplyDeleteThe duties of the tired monk are a daily task, with or without the novices. Dust is always lurking in corners....
Best Wishes for a Happy Easter,
Eileen
Not many people seeking illumination these days, huh. As long as the light doesn't go off, everything is going to be fine. But I guess you know that already. <3
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter for your and your family, Chris.
Kisses.