Frantically rewriting all the Neighbors stuff the past month, so no new material to post here. But this last Thursday Prompt from Duroc was the word "sphere" which, of course, was Thelonius Monk's middle name. So I had to write a little poem about the mixed feelings Monk's music has always stirred in me, didn't I?
Tickling the keyboard, Purring to the beat, Notes soft as moonlight, Hard as noontime heat, Flowing and jagged, Sometimes make the ear Fold, twitch the whiskers, Odd but sweet to hear. Improvisation, Impromptu and planned, Stretching the claws, the Mind, the heart, the hand, Ruffles the fur, trips Paws and stumbles thought. Wrong notes? There are none: That's what Monk has taught...
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