Thursday, March 28, 2013

a reminisce poem

once
long hair
 viking blonde
swept and fell
over these frets


today
 as razored head bows
loose monk robes
flow over
ringing strings



19 comments:

  1. I love it - Then and Now. Perfect, Ollie!

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  2. we trade one costume for the next....
    does the one underneath change as well?

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  3. A personal evolution. And the depth of soul remains the same. Does the song?

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  4. Like the contrast of the first from second verse ~ We change through the years, in clothes and thoughts ~

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  5. Old Ollie,

    I think the passion has probably intensified as the experienced hand plucks the strings...A more mellow and depthful tone.

    Best Easter Greeting to you Ollie,
    Eileen

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  6. the guitar, the soul, is constant

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  7. The viking is still alive within the monk, and guards him well.

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  8. Yup, times do change, don't they?

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  9. At the very end the ringing strings remind me of string theory.....as if time had brought a harmony to matter and maybe even a deeper reality.....
    I love it!

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  10. Loved this--and feel both the then and the now

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  11. What striking images!! I really enjoyed this :-)

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  13. Seems like a good trade.

    Keep the robes flowing.

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  14. Change is good, progress... But do we really change with our costumes, I doubt

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  15. Change is good, progress... But do we really change with our costumes, I doubt

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  16. The song changes yet remains the same...

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  17. aaahhh gosh i love this. evolution, man.

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