Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Oh he does sound tired....and very dear!
Nice visuals. I can really see this person in my head.
And glad I am that your path crossed mine today.
Ollie, i love "sun faded robes ragged hem dragging on well raked paths"You sure know how to say a lot in a few words :D
That's my kind of timeworn, Ollie!
old ollie...i like your poem. and your name.
I agree with Ella..such a few words to give such a visual impact.
Very meditative, you don't wear a hairshirt do you ;-)
A monk's version of myself. Perfection.
Old Ollie,Treading those familiar highways and byways of life. It is a tough walk for the tired monk:)Eileen
Simply said, profoundly stated. You can trust the tired monk on this. :)
What a perfect picture--I loved the clicking knees (unfortunately, can relate) and raked path. Nice take on the prompt!
Raked by whom, I wonder.And why are they in such good condition? Japanese almost.Just thinking.BTW, I have changed my 'washing up' ['doing the dishes'] habits because of one of your poems earlier. Now no longer a pile of dirties in the sink, but just one mug /cup/plate/ used, washed and stored immediately after use. My kitchen looks ever so neat [ as in 'tidy'] now :-) Oh, the powers of the internet.
gosh every day i look at my own greying temples and choose again to put some color on that shit so i can avoid the inevitable. wah. also, *yawn*
the well raked paths are a very good ending to your poem
Oh, I dote on this one. Fabulous!
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