Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
I so love this poem. #60. I can see the Tired Monk at the forest's edge. Beautiful, Ollie.
So beautiful...you are there at the forest edge hearing, seeing, and feeling poetry
Wandering to the forest edge brought forth poem #60. I can see the little path of crocus flowers.
Ah, I hope that you will compile all of your haiku into a book. Publish it, even if only for you and your closest people. You will not regret it, and others will enjoy it as well.
I've started the process - my third book of poetry.
"a little patchof crocus flowers"....Where the heart dwells and poetry reveals itself. Beautiful.
There is something about poetry that is waiting to be collected - I think this captures it perfectly.
Ha! This is perfectly delightful. Brilliant.
This is beautiful haiku: the last especially evocative.
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.
I so love this poem. #60. I can see the Tired Monk at the forest's edge. Beautiful, Ollie.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful...you are there at the forest edge hearing, seeing, and feeling poetry
ReplyDeleteWandering to the forest edge brought forth poem #60. I can see the little path of crocus flowers.
ReplyDeleteAh, I hope that you will compile all of your haiku into a book. Publish it, even if only for you and your closest people. You will not regret it, and others will enjoy it as well.
ReplyDeleteI've started the process - my third book of poetry.
Delete"a little patch
ReplyDeleteof crocus flowers"....Where the heart dwells and poetry reveals itself. Beautiful.
There is something about poetry that is waiting to be collected - I think this captures it perfectly.
ReplyDeleteHa! This is perfectly delightful. Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful haiku: the last especially evocative.
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