Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Goddess plays no favorites! She rains on kings and cats alike. ;-)
Right ! never use umbrellas anymore- Thanks!
it's funny, ollie, i keep reading it over and over again resisting the tired monk. but there's nothing wrong with being tired, is there?xoerin
why fight it? spring rain is supposed to be very rejuvenating.
Rain on specs is the pits! :)
does the tired monk get to wear wellies in the wet?
This is genius!
April rain makes for a good harvest hereabouts.Rain makes good haiku.
Oh I know those coastal gusts! I love your work, Ollie.
Good golly, Mr Ollie, your neat poem says 'Get out of the rain!'
Love it. Vision blurred...I hadn't thought of rain on glasses but there it is!
Fortunately rain has no effect on the third eye. Or so I've heard. I'm pretty blind on a clear day.
Lovely thoughts of rain, her tears feeding the grounds below, bathing the world.
Perfect! Reminds me of the days when I wore glasses, wishing I had windscreen wipers when it rained! After contacts - the unusual feeling of rain on that usually untouched part of my face!Anna :o]
Beautiful!!Here is mine:misty dew
oh this is just perfect ...
I hate when my umbrella pops inside out.
Don't forget your galoshes! :-)
We've all experienced that 'big gust implosion' at some time. Nice one.Poetry24…where news is the Muse
You created the most vivid image of a monk out walking in the rain!!!
Such a vivid picture in so few words!
Umbrellas and wind don't go well together... :)
Perfect, stunning stuff. Read it several times, loved it more each time.
hopefully a little Frangelico awaits...
I felt the wind and rain in this one. Lovely.
Love this Umbella pops ... bkm
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