night walks

i)

heat breaks
late
little breeze
rustles in

glistening skin
finally dries

the tired monk
walks the forest
bathes in the new cooler
cold front air


ii)

hemlocks and pines ally
to block the star light
and banish moon beams

still the monk walks
back to the temple
guided by firefly light

silent poem

a poem
a small poem
etched out of the silence
just a few pen scratches

last note
of a fading song


Brother Ollie

miracles

he speaks of miracles
wants to see one
a big one

fingers lost in the lathe
woven back on

partially paraplegic grandfather
tossing his walker away

dialogue slips to a rant

cancer screenings coming back clean

barren moms birthing babies

all the lost ones
loved

the tired monk finally slips in one word

pray

pray?!


yes

praying is a miracle

new strings

new strings
each notes rings
a little truer today

new strings
a little bright
that'll fade to
resonant warmth

storm shaken

dawn storm
       interrupts
ritual morning walk

temple dog hears
the thunder rumbles first
looks to the sky
bolts

back to the safety
of home

a stuck poem

the poem
     small as it is
bounced and skittered
off the b-string
plink

now it rattles
like a lost pick
sound hole deep

sand

he said to bury my toes
wiggle 'em in the sun warmed sand
feel the tide reach in slow

I buried my toes in the wet damp earth
just some mouldering leaves...

no sand here



somedays the universe humbles you - and maybe that is a blessing - Peace to all you poets - 

Brother Ollie