bike path is choked
push on
climbing over windrow trees
looking for signs, clues
some remnant of the old forest monks
friends
a few planks from a broken bridge
tea pot full of muddy rain water weeds
a roofless shack, and a fallen chair
they've moved on
good as lost
beyond this forest deep
So sad. I love your closing line...........nice to read a Tired Monk poem this day - you have graced my morning. Take care, Ollie. I imagine you are still in the thick of the bad weather the east has been enduring....Stay warm.
ReplyDeletesooo evocative, love this. i think i've been to this place. :)
ReplyDeleteBrother Ollie,
ReplyDeleteit is rewarding to review back to past times and ways. To touch with life that was, and to try and keep the paths clear for future explorers...Winter has played havoc with forests and pathways...Tired Monk must be patient until spring affords repairs!!!
Best wishes, Eileen:)
So sad when friends move on and the forest slowly reclaims its space. Hopefully they will return when nature is kinder and winter is left behind.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
i read this a couple ways...one is at the loss of the old ways...how choked the road of the new ways is...
ReplyDeletehappy sunday monk....
DeleteSometimes the path seems especially long, especially when one is searching for something / someone remembered from an earlier time!
ReplyDeleteYour poem made me think of an old buddhist temple that would now be deserted. It makes me wonder why they left and where they are now.
ReplyDeleteSo nice to see you in the Pantry, Ollie.......came back for another read.
ReplyDeletegreat poem with a story that begs for more... each line presented an image for the reader...
ReplyDeleteThey've moved on. Nothing one can do about that, except move on. I really enjoyed the interpretations one can give this. Good writing.
ReplyDeleteI so enjoyed this--there is a poignancy to it which stays with me
ReplyDeleteThird verse, all the broken-down things people use in a social setting, very forceful images of solitude.
ReplyDeletesounds a grand adventure, reading the clues of the past and imagining what once was :)
ReplyDeletehow lonely it is to find out that they have all moved on without you. Great poem!
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