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.
Oh he does sound tired....and very dear!
ReplyDeleteNice visuals. I can really see this person in my head.
ReplyDeleteAnd glad I am that your path crossed mine today.
ReplyDeleteOllie, i love "sun faded robes
ReplyDeleteragged 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!
ReplyDeleteold ollie...i like your poem. and your name.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Ella..such a few words to give such a visual impact.
ReplyDeleteVery meditative, you don't wear a hairshirt do you ;-)
ReplyDeleteA monk's version of myself. Perfection.
ReplyDeleteOld Ollie,
ReplyDeleteTreading 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. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a perfect picture--I loved the clicking knees (unfortunately, can relate) and raked path. Nice take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteRaked by whom, I wonder.
ReplyDeleteAnd 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*
ReplyDeletethe well raked paths are a very good ending to your poem
ReplyDeleteOh, I dote on this one. Fabulous!
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