there is a monastary
in the woods
no one lives there
the forest had obliterated the sky
and as if "no sky" meant "no God",
all the monks fled.
running to the churches and
cathedrals of the city,
only to find themselves skyless again,
they ran to the desert where it all began,
and finally learned
..."too much sky can be oppressive to Man"....
Comments
Brittle,
Brittle,
"..."too much sky can be oppresive to Man"...."
Loved this ending, and I cannot deny that you may be correct.
--oppressive-- two s's
Really enjoyed this piece . . .!
Victor
hey, Victor
thanks. I very much appreciate your feedback and am glad you enjoyed!
thanks for the spelling correction....you guys are beter than spell check!
this reads so smoothly
trying to see why -
and i think it is the rhyme, nicely hidden but pulling the reader along at the correct pace
interesting write
i really like it al
love judy
xxxx
Al
LMAO
Now THIS is good poetry.
Very great write, it made me
Very great write, it made me think of Khalil Gibran, with a beautiful and very clever last line.
"Too much sky can be oppressive to man"
You're very talented, John
rehab
I take this to be a write on the need to strike a balance. Neither too much nor too little sky. Had a fable type feel to it. P.S. I liked it lol.....scribbler