His fast red bullet of fire on four wheels,
Was abandoned in the middle of a highway lane.
Ye canst not ignore heartstrings on pinwheels,
When the epiphany of a beggar hath driven him insane.
The workings of karma befuddled his domain,
So he went to seek answers from an old abbot.
Giving up his fast car, the monk learned to sustain,
By finding nirvana on his newly bought yacht.
** An attempt at the Huitain form of poetry, also called The Monk's Stanza
A vibrant "shotgun" monk rocking his own lifestyle with what accessories of travel this life can offer! Refreshing and exciting!
ReplyDeleteHaha! It sure is. I actually was alluding to the book, 'Monk who sold his Ferrari.' Have you read that one, Gemma?
DeleteNice poetry form and an intriguing write ~ There are some things in life we can't do without ~
ReplyDeleteYep, and clearly Ferraris and fancy yachts are high on that list :P
DeleteI like your sense of humour - and this is fair comment of the modern era.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kerry :)
DeleteThat last line cracked me up!
ReplyDelete:P :P Thanks for visiting, Mama Zen :)
DeleteOh, this is great! The image and poem work perfectly together.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen :)
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