Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Beautiful........I can almost hear them. And I can see Ollie smiling.......
And the neighbors?
Nice, nothing like that feeling, keep crankin' them out.
Sometimes those old strings are the most well seasoned and produce the most beautiful tunes. (Just my thought!)
I like the guitar strains at night ~
What a wistful feeling this lends ... "songs soaring outdeep into the night"
Beautifully wistful --I am a musician by trade and love to read poetry about music and what it feels like to make it--thanks!!
Brilliant. got the moment so clearly!
play on brother.great job.
Such a mood you have created here, Ollie.
I yearn for a relationship like this with a musical instrument. It must be such a path for release, retreat, relief.
beautiful...I can hear the music in your words.
Sounds like one dreamy night...Anna :o]
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.
Beautiful........I can almost hear them. And I can see Ollie smiling.......
ReplyDeleteAnd the neighbors?
ReplyDeleteNice, nothing like that feeling, keep crankin' them out.
ReplyDeleteSometimes those old strings are the most well seasoned and produce the most beautiful tunes. (Just my thought!)
ReplyDeleteI like the guitar strains at night ~
ReplyDeleteWhat a wistful feeling this lends ... "songs soaring out
ReplyDeletedeep into the night"
Beautifully wistful --I am a musician by trade and love to read poetry about music and what it feels like to make it--thanks!!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant. got the moment so clearly!
ReplyDeleteplay on brother.great job.
ReplyDeleteSuch a mood you have created here, Ollie.
ReplyDeleteI yearn for a relationship like this with a musical instrument. It must be such a path for release, retreat, relief.
ReplyDeletebeautiful...I can hear the music in your words.
ReplyDeleteSounds like one dreamy night...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]