Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Gripping poem. Man is a confused being. Best to revel in it.
Best to keep tonsured. No one can hold on to you in a smith falls bar fight.hp
The tonsure seems to be a source of both pain and pride.
It never occurred to me that the process would be painful, but it makes sense considering the time and place and purpose of origin. I have been enlightened a bit more today.
A symbol of purification? A ritual of being cleansed. I guess there is pain to be had in both. I like how you capture a profound thought in such few words.
I learnt some new things today because of your lovely poem Thank you
Ouch! But then, love hurts:)In a lovely way, of course. I love your poems, Ollie. The Tired Monk is an Old Sweet Soul.
Old Ollie,Perhaps it is also a form of atonement, as well as conformity.....Educational for me too!Eileen
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.