Friday, March 1, 2013

night in the snow temple

i)

snow is laying in thick
trees bend
branches snap
temple beams creak

power flickers twice
     dies

tired monk keeps on
reading
by candle light

ii)

even the candles
     die
red wax on the temple floor

tired monk strums
a few lost n'lonely chords
this old guitar has new strings
resonates deep
into the dark

17 comments:

  1. This literally gave me that delightful goose-bump ripple as I read it! Love the imagery.

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  2. Oh I love this so much........you took me right there, into that peaceful slightly lonely place. I heard the chords. Fantastic writing, Ollie!

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  3. You set a sweet, contemplative mood with this. Plus, you're flexible! xo

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  4. ahhhhh lost n'lonely, just how we like em.

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  5. I loved the temple beams creaking, and the red wax like blood...

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  6. nice...makes me think of our dependency on electricity and how for some it would destroy their peace...not so the monk...smiles..

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  7. With the weight of that snow lying on the temple beams, it's a wonder they don't snap like the tree branches. Maybe it's the holiness that keeps them whole.

    Old Willow Woman

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  8. Through the silence of the snow those chords sound, surely through to the heart of God. I want new 'strings.'

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  9. snow, wax and guitars - what better way to contemplate? Great stuuf!

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  10. Ah, the light dies....and then the candle dies...good thing the monk can play the guitar by feel. No light needed!

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  11. You see... all we need is the will to restring the instrument!

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  12. You've captured an interesting scene. The imagery and sound magnificent.

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  13. Very nice - perhaps it's appropriate that the new strings appear in winter, when we stand against the elements in hope of the promise of new life in the spring.

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  14. "even the candles die" and yet some things play on "with new strings" even in the darkness... Ultimately an extraordinarily hopeful poem during difficult, uneasy times :)

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  15. i like how you took us from the out-side in and then inner still

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  16. A somber winter feel to this. Nicely captured.

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  17. as always, tell.me.this.is.so. i need to know someone lives like this.

    xo
    erin

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