monastery empty...
quiet, a long hall silence
low amp hum, click of guitar cable plug
e minor waves of rolling thunder
g c d - power chords
red robes whirl
red strat cranked louder
rock n'roll meditation
a power hymn of sweat
the Tired Monk's mantra:
Keep on Rockin' in the Free World
the Tired Monk
... for Chris Pare
A vivid word picture here, and yes...keep on rocking!
ReplyDeleteRock on! A red stratocaster! Yes! Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI love the reds you've combined here! Keep on rockin' for sure!
ReplyDeleteLOVE LOVE LOVE it! "red robes whirl...keep on rockin' in the free world" . Wonderful. I can see and hear it!
ReplyDeleteSweet, I could see it, especially imaging the red robe whirling! Fun to read; well done~
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ReplyDeleteImages of rocker-monks temporarily with reprieve from daily grind swirl. This piece entertains and prompts. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteAwesome Ollie! Man I can see it too. Being an old rocker ... or an old lover of rock ... it's all the same, must seem odd to those so much younger. I'll be rockin' in the nursing home.
ReplyDeletemusical and poetic.
ReplyDeletelove it.
Hey Ollie, love it! Now I must go and jam and contemplate the rock and the roll. It's weird because I just picked up a black strat at an auction. Must be destiny ;)
ReplyDeleteNeil Young is awesome. Just like this poem. :) Keep rocking Ollie!
ReplyDeleteNeil...a true Zen master.
ReplyDeleteI often wonder how Pare is doing.
ReplyDeletethe description is so intense. i can feel the emotions released through playing guitar. wonderful poem.
ReplyDeletedid any students catch you?
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