Monday, November 5, 2012

coupla monk poems

i)

an acre of leaves
aspen, maple, a few birch
raked by one monk

ii)

wind picks-up
could cuts right through
     these monk's work robes


Monk Warmth

layers...sure,
but the secret lies deeper
my old SFDCI sweater
ragged n'warm
tucked under
flapping robes


Leaves

wrote a few poems about these leaves
when they were green, then red, then fallen
now wheelbarrowed forest deep
to nourish new monk poems

7 comments:

  1. Every time I feel grumbly about having to rake leaves again I tell myself it's good exercise. Now I'll think of these sweet poems when I pick up my rake.

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  2. hah, i feel like i should bury most of what i write to nourish what comes next. what comes next is always better.

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  3. Love the sound of that sweater! Our front yard is layered in leaves too. My sister tried to rake and gave up - we are going in on a leaf blower!

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  4. And we are all waiting for new monk poems, even as we savor the old.

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  5. Great, clever ending. One of the rare poems about poetry that's actually good. Awesome work.

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  6. Inspires me to go out raking leaves myself. Enjoyed these escapades of the monk.

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  7. I love the continuity of these. "Leaves" is certainly my favorite though. In Edmonton it's already winter.

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