Friday, June 3, 2011

sweeping

cold front
sinking in fast
down the valley
pushing out the heat

wind picks up
leaves scatter
tired monk sweeps
still warm
in his summer robes

14 comments:

  1. aren't these the moments that we live for. oh, these, and all the others before, after, and inbetween.

    xo
    erin

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  2. Everything you write is infused with atmosphere, and this is no exception. I loved it.

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  3. Yeah, these moments. To feel the warmth of your body as the cold moves in. To feel alive like that.

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  4. such a serene place you create...the lingering warmth as the cool crawls in...nice...

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  5. I love the depth you achieve in relating simple moments - there is a profound feeling underlying every word and the reader is swept right into the mood. It slows the mind and brings such peace. Good work, Ollie! You heal sore spirits with your writing. Each word rings like a temple bell.

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  6. I see Michigan isn't the only place with roller coaster weather this spring. Nice one, Ollie!

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  7. Canada, Michigan and Reno...still cold, I guess. Although to me this felt like the beginning of fall. You created an effective sense of place.

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  8. The faster the scatter, the warmer the robes. But sometimes you have to keep sweeping.

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  9. a buddha would say
    something about suffering
    or possibly not

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  10. Your poems make me want to visit the place where this monk lives. It always seems so peaceful.

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  11. big fan of this one and so many of your poems! stopping by to also say:

    As Poets United reaches its first anniversary this coming week we want to thank you for your support. Over the past year we have grown to 250 members plus and are steadily growing. Poets United is proud to have you as one of our members and look forward to another successful year. Your imagination, creativity and willingness to share with us is what makes our community such a wonderful place. Thank you for beautiful poetry and thank you for being a part of Poets United.

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  12. Ah, the master. Constant practice amidst even brewing storms.

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  13. i mother
    and tidy
    and stay warm

    i draw pictures
    and read blogs
    and get chilly
    (but only on the outside)

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