Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Brother, your poems lately have been masterful. Mortality, loneliness, grief, the circle of life. Wow!!
I can feel the warmth of the stove, and almost smell the soup. Perfect.
Interesting how we both went to blog at the same time!!! Let's get together this summer!!
A very Canadian late-winter poem. Loved it, Ollie.
I like the progression....how the felled maples turn into being fuel for the stove, which cooks the food! The circle of life.
great way you use your words to excellent effect. Well done.
A soup filled with the seasonal life of the forest. Beautiful.
So many delightful ingredients in this poetry soup
Passage of time so beautifully captured in its richness and warmth. Lovely.
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.
Brother, your poems lately have been masterful. Mortality, loneliness, grief, the circle of life. Wow!!
ReplyDeleteI can feel the warmth of the stove, and almost smell the soup. Perfect.
ReplyDeleteInteresting how we both went to blog at the same time!!! Let's get together this summer!!
ReplyDeleteA very Canadian late-winter poem. Loved it, Ollie.
ReplyDeleteI like the progression....how the felled maples turn into being fuel for the stove, which cooks the food! The circle of life.
ReplyDeletegreat way you use your words to excellent effect. Well done.
ReplyDeleteA soup filled with the seasonal life of the forest. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSo many delightful ingredients in this poetry soup
ReplyDeletePassage of time so beautifully captured in its richness and warmth. Lovely.
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