i)
he talks
proud
- the end of graffiti,
and broken glass
he smiles
proud
so proud
ii)
but
the tired monk knows
bits of painted hate cling
untouched
missed in sandblast haste
iii)
the tired monk pauses
brushes tiny shiny
glass shards
from worn sandal soles
ooh! what a strong metaphor, the sandblasting that leaves the teensy shards of hate. this is a great write, truly.
ReplyDeleteAnd hate lingers... excellent depiction of an action, an opposing reaction and the inevitable permanent alteration in the world.
ReplyDeletePowerfully put, Ollie. I can see him, brushing away the flecks of glass.
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Vivid imagery and lots of ways to keep threading this out--just a great write!
Vivid, Ollie. I definitely can picture those well worn sandals.
ReplyDeleteVery thoughtful. Clinging hate is the worst kind.
ReplyDeleteLove this - especially
ReplyDeletebits of painted hate cling
untouched
missed in sandblast haste
The only way to get rid of hate is one shard at a time!
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