Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Old Ollie,I can hear the crescendo rise above the monastery walls. The tired monk will be pleased with this musical interlude. Evensong will be eventful:)Best Sunday Wishes,Eileen:)
Oh Ollie, I wish I could be there to sit and listen when the monks gather!
it's so weird how you make me wanna hang with the monks. i mean, weirdly wonderful. still, kinda weird.
Poetic perfection. (I would love to listen too.)Anna :o]
What a jam those monks are having:-)
That is quite a meditation.
Perfect ending...which for the subjects of the poem, is far from an ending.
Monk & Roll!
music brings us together...and strings the hearts...no pun intended...smiles....nice...
smiles..pentatonic perfection...i like...and improvising is so easy with just the pentatonic and a few bridge tunes...smiles..
i liked the form you use... it sang
The notes flow through the airLike a Picasso affair
Nice :)
music, mathematics, meditation, monkery--they seem tied here by more than mere alliteration.
I love how you say so much with so little.
I like the flow of this. Makes me think of using the pick on the guitar :)
pentatonic never seems lacking to me. don't care what those heptatonic devotees say.
got my old git-fiddle right here... thanks for letting me join the jam
Off to find my monk's habit, pick up my guitar and join in. I love the musical sounds in this poem.
...i always find monks in deep contemplation...and i wonder how they would look like in such a rockin' metallic state... smiles...
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.
Old Ollie,
ReplyDeleteI can hear the crescendo rise above the monastery walls. The tired monk will be pleased with this musical interlude. Evensong will be eventful:)
Best Sunday Wishes,
Eileen:)
Oh Ollie, I wish I could be there to sit and listen when the monks gather!
ReplyDeleteit's so weird how you make me wanna hang with the monks. i mean, weirdly wonderful. still, kinda weird.
ReplyDeletePoetic perfection. (I would love to listen too.)
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
What a jam those monks are having:-)
ReplyDeleteThat is quite a meditation.
ReplyDeletePerfect ending...which for the subjects of the poem, is far from an ending.
ReplyDeleteMonk & Roll!
ReplyDeletemusic brings us together...and strings the hearts...no pun intended...smiles....nice...
ReplyDeletesmiles..pentatonic perfection...i like...and improvising is so easy with just the pentatonic and a few bridge tunes...smiles..
ReplyDeletei liked the form you use... it sang
ReplyDeleteThe notes flow through the air
ReplyDeleteLike a Picasso affair
Nice :)
ReplyDeletemusic, mathematics, meditation, monkery--they seem tied here by more than mere alliteration.
ReplyDeleteI love how you say so much with so little.
ReplyDeleteI like the flow of this. Makes me think of using the pick on the guitar :)
ReplyDeletepentatonic never seems lacking to me. don't care what those heptatonic devotees say.
ReplyDeletegot my old git-fiddle right here... thanks for letting me join the jam
ReplyDeleteOff to find my monk's habit, pick up my guitar and join in. I love the musical sounds in this poem.
ReplyDelete...i always find monks in deep contemplation...and i wonder how they would look like in such a rockin' metallic state... smiles...
ReplyDelete