Thursday, April 30, 2015

morning silence

in morning silence
walking forest path
stealthy slow
the few creaks
from old monk bones
muffled by robes

temple dog sits
stump still
as the ducks
fly in
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29 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue SkyApril 30, 2015 at 12:13 PM

    A beautiful silence, captured.

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  2. Eileen T O'Neill .....April 30, 2015 at 4:27 PM

    Brother Ollie,

    A placid place of reflection and being unrushed today. I'm pleased that The Tired Monk, can not venture outside and absorb the view...

    Happy Days,
    Eileen

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  3. hyperCRYPTICalMay 2, 2015 at 5:28 AM

    Tis naught as lovely as the Mother Nature slowing stretching her arms as she welcomes the day.
    Anna :o]

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  4. hyperCRYPTICalMay 2, 2015 at 5:28 AM

    Tis naught as lovely as the Mother Nature slowing stretching her arms as she welcomes the day.
    Anna :o]

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  5. Jae RoseJune 14, 2015 at 8:12 AM

    Silence is a wonderful thing...it comes from inside those wise old bones

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  6. Sanaa RizviJune 14, 2015 at 8:16 AM

    This beautiful... well captured :D

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  7. GraceJune 14, 2015 at 8:19 AM

    I love the morning...and silence ~

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  8. Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP)June 14, 2015 at 8:22 AM

    Serenity beautifully shared ...

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  9. Gillena CoxJune 14, 2015 at 8:34 AM

    Luv all the happenings captured in the silence

    Thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime this morning

    Much love...

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  10. brudbergJune 14, 2015 at 8:40 AM

    I think that the old monk is at a perfect place..

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  11. MaryJune 14, 2015 at 8:42 AM

    I enjoyed the peaceful setting this poem provided. I feel its early morning stillness.

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  12. SusanJune 14, 2015 at 8:52 AM

    I bet that dog used to run and that stump used to be a tree and those creaks weren't there at all!

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  13. Sumana RoyJune 14, 2015 at 9:50 AM

    a beautiful morning silence tinged with sadness....

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  14. kaykualaJune 14, 2015 at 10:15 AM

    Seems to be a peaceful walk by the monks

    Hank

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  15. totomaiJune 14, 2015 at 10:27 AM

    This is a perfect morning - the much needed silence to ease our minds. Very reflective poem.

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  16. Kerry O'ConnorJune 14, 2015 at 11:13 AM

    Perfect, Ollie... I love the way you craft the mood from all the finer details and I especially applaud the inclusion of the temple dog!

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  17. Nissa AnnakindtJune 14, 2015 at 11:18 AM

    Wonderful picture of the silence in monastic life. Well crafted.

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  18. ZQJune 14, 2015 at 12:50 PM

    Aah Ommmm :-)
    ZQ

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  19. Sherry Blue SkyJune 14, 2015 at 1:09 PM

    I know those creaks from old monk bones........crones get them too! LOL. Loved this, Ollie.

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  20. DonnaJune 14, 2015 at 6:38 PM

    There is something in observing nature early in the morning...I feel almost an intruder at times but the bliss it gives me keeps me stock still too! Loved the old bones creaking....I can hear mine too!

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  21. kelvin s.m.June 14, 2015 at 7:29 PM

    I need to have that kind of silence, but too bad the city doesn't know a thing about the need to have such. Thanks for the poem!

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  22. Old EggJune 14, 2015 at 8:11 PM

    I can envisage this with the morning mist rising, the wise dog just looking and the monk doing what he has done for many a year, as is his habit. (sorry for the pun at the end!

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  23. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJune 14, 2015 at 9:35 PM

    What a lovely scene!

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  24. AnonymousJune 14, 2015 at 10:53 PM

    And inside that hush a poem! Lovely!

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  25. TorieJune 15, 2015 at 12:21 AM

    I enjoyed the imagery you've brought. I like the peacefulness that's been found :) Sometimes it's nice to enjoy a silence.

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  26. XJune 15, 2015 at 9:13 AM

    Walking there in the silence
    so that all you can hear is the bones within shift
    it is a wonderful place of mediation

    as the world comes alive around you.

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  27. Gen Giggles June 15, 2015 at 9:23 AM

    Those quiet mornings are so precious.

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  28. UnknownJune 15, 2015 at 3:56 PM

    Thank you for that respite from all the noise and chaos that surrounds us all. A moment of silence to be remembered

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  29. UnknownJune 15, 2015 at 6:48 PM

    ...and peace reigns.

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