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
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...
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