Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Sometimes, those are the best.
ohhh, yes please and thank you, Brother Ollie.
Well captured for our reading pleasure. :)
My heart leapt when I saw you had posted, kiddo.....and such a lovely poem........I hope you are having a wonderful summer with the young novices:)
a little bit of scratching and the song fades...etched out of silence...lots of little elements in so short a verse....nice...
Silent poems sometimes have their own distinctive voice.
song still humming this side of the pond. Great write.
I relate to this and experience it often...
I imagine this on a scrap of paper, blowing through a window and to be found by a passerby...
Awww, this made me feel sad. I loved it, but it struck a melancholy chord in me.
p.s. and I hope this is not the last note of a fading song, but only one blue note in a melody that is generally up-tempo (smiles)
I hear it still, that note...
Short poems are my favorite. Thanks
...last note of a fading song...maybe but is also a lasting one.
You have conveyed so much in so few lines, heart-breaking
Ah! This is so meaningful to me! So much can be etched out of the silence! Beautiful!Home
Brother Ollie,Sometimes the most depthful thoughts can be captured in a very succinct style. Your poetic words were just perfect:)Best of summer wishes,Eileen.
i've been reading basho and buson lately, only a little but still. and too, i've been needing silence, the appearance of only a few words at a time, or perhaps no words and only a blackbird flying through. in this way coming here and reading you becomes a different experience. I hear you more clearly.)))xoerin
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