A Monk Ponders

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #395

Words:  fires, three, garment, find, bowing, writing, silence, wave, year, earth, rain, beam

The monk bows,
having taken
a vow of silence.
He possesses three
saffron garments–
all the same–pleasing
for his needs. He writes
late at night, listening
to rain pinging on roof.
He pens observations
in a small, black, tattered
notebook, looking in despair
at the state of earth–wild
fires, waves of flooding.
He wonders how many more
years we can survive
without change. In the morning
will he awaken to a beam
of sunlight, or
a recurring nightmare

come true.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to A Monk Ponders

  1. Ennle Madresan says:

    WOW, this is GOOD.


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