Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
I can hear that silence - and the tire crunch!
Brother Ollie,Still a little way to go, to be entirely rid of the wintry presence..The ice under foot and tire. Smoke hanging in the early morning gloom...Spring gets a little more comfortable, as April approaches..Eileen
In so few words you create a huge picture and story in my mind...what are those papers..and what are on them..i would like to catch them - maybe i just have?
Vivid depiction. So sad -- no one there to help? Alone.
Bleakness here, but so true to life!Whirligig Bits and Pieces
hope the winter will melt into spring soon...
4 am is a beautiful time to pray but only if you are at peace and are used to waking so early, and when silence speaks we hear God's voice
Such a beautiful piece of work... awe-inspiring!
Excellent! The image is clear and true.
Our winter is melting into spring and the silence has given way to birdsong...now for some warmer air and frogs at night.Donna@LivingFromHappiness
I know you still have snow though it is technically spring. Such a long winter. No wonder the Tired Monk is tired, delivering papers at four a.m. Smiles. You are such a good man, Ollie.
it's so true.
One can only hope for a warmer tomorrow. Short & crisp. I enjoyed the minimalistic expressions. Happy Easter!
This paints such a vivid vignette one can almost hear that paper hit the curb :-)
"Papers fly.." am trying to figure that out..I see a tragedy, an accident...but maybe that's not what you are writing about. Interesting!
Smoking and driving are common sights.
Yup! Been there. Great piece.ZQ
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