Thursday, December 8, 2011

the Tired Monk's City

light fades
day in the city ends
the tired monk locks
the broken glass monastery
slow traffic trek home
back to the temple


Another Blog on "the City" - No Small Town Bring Down

10 comments:

  1. God Bless the Monk between day and night. His universal weariness lives in us all.

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  2. I really liked this. You did an awesome job with the prompt!

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  3. I'm so ready to go back to the temple sometimes.

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  4. Nice poem, good ending.

    Erick Flores

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  5. I really love the 'broken glass monastery' says so much in 3 words, watch that traffic :^D

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  6. I can see him and feel the wearyness, and the lift of the heart as he heads home to the temple.

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  7. Nice! You captured the moment perfectly, I think.

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  8. This short poem is loaded with imagery and feeling. Oh, I really enjoyed it!
    Thank-you,

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  9. This speaks to me, I mean right TO me, but I am not sure what it says. I like it and also Like the fact that I had to go to Olsomonics and read your city piece.

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