Thursday, September 13, 2012

the timeworn monk

graying temple tonsure
clicking knees
sun faded robes
ragged hem dragging
on well raked paths

the Tired Monk



16 comments:

  1. Oh he does sound tired....and very dear!

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  2. Nice visuals. I can really see this person in my head.

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  3. And glad I am that your path crossed mine today.

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  4. 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

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  5. That's my kind of timeworn, Ollie!

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  6. old ollie...i like your poem. and your name.

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  7. I agree with Ella..such a few words to give such a visual impact.

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  8. Very meditative, you don't wear a hairshirt do you ;-)

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  9. A monk's version of myself. Perfection.

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  10. Old Ollie,

    Treading those familiar highways and byways of life. It is a tough walk for the tired monk:)

    Eileen

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  11. Simply said, profoundly stated. You can trust the tired monk on this. :)

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  12. What a perfect picture--I loved the clicking knees (unfortunately, can relate) and raked path. Nice take on the prompt!

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  13. 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.

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  14. 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*

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  15. the well raked paths are a very good ending to your poem

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