Friday, March 4, 2011

the tired monk thinks of spring

tea cools
too quick

temple dog
lifts her paw

winter robes
getting thin

beer burst
frothy puddle

still...the sun lights this early morning forest

17 comments:

  1. Sometimes the guitar has got to be an nth out-of-tune to nail the notes dead-on. Perhaps because the great wheel's off a notch does the next day shine so perfect. Go figure. - Brendan

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  2. Ooooooh, I love this, especially the title, and the last line......hope! Just lovely.

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  3. tea...beer

    i think of what gary snyder wrote:

    "there are those who love to get dirty and fix things. they drink coffee at dawn, beer after work.

    and those who stay clean, just appreciate things. at breakfast they have milk and juice at night.

    there are those who do both, they drink tea."

    a lot of things getting fixed at this particular temple, i guess.

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  4. I just love the ending to this poem!

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  5. things breathe of their own volition, the tea, the beer, the dog, even the sun. who are we to count on anything and yet, spring, it comes (i think).

    however, we were hit with a foot of snow today and another to come tomorrow. and the next, then the trees will be lit.

    xo
    erin

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  6. come on spring...like the little images...nice one shot!

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  7. so many of us still waiting for the warmth to really grace us! Beautiful little poem.

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  8. Just a big smile!

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  9. i could go for a yummy spring beer. all hoppy and sunny.

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  10. Temple dog laps up the beer puddle?

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  11. "still...the sun lights this early morning forest"
    such a glimmer of hope from that last line, Ollie.

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  12. Spring, like so many fleeting pleasures, is sometimes better in those cold tired days anticipating her arrival. Where I live, she's gone before you can mop up a frozen beer, so every day counts. Excellent compressed and sharp piece.

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  13. The sun always comes, in the end. Nice, Ollie!

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  14. Dear Ollie

    Beautiful ... so vivid and interesting ... your words of depiction so bright and powerful.. I liked it...
    Thanks for sharing.


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  15. Excellent, perfect, wish I'd written this (said in an amiable/non-jealous way).

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