and my eyes are misted grey
how many times must I fall
before I walk in my own shoes
when the road is unmarked
and scarred by stones & thick tubers
how many times must I question
before I am swept away to the sea
when all the answers are blowing
in the wind, rolling beyond my grasp
I listen deep to the drumbeats
of trees, shimmering in golden jade
and marvel the arc of falling leaves
bowing to the wind
Grace@Everyday Amazing
*Title and poem inspiration from Bob Dylan, Blowin' In the Wind
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That is beautiful, Grace :)
ReplyDeleteYou got me humming & tapping my foot, G., sweeping off to the sonorous sixties, my awakening, Viet Nam, protests, free love, no bras--far out, solid--loved this tribute poetic. Liked the lines /I listen deep to the drumbeat/of trees/. Fourth stanza, second line, I need an "I am" or "I'm"; smile.
ReplyDeleteThanks Glenn!! Was rushing with this poem over lunch break.
DeleteI can feel how you used the theme and made it yours, a gentler voice but still the same sentiment
ReplyDeleteSuch vision in those words, and the autumn capture is really special!
ReplyDeleteMuch gentler and better than the original.
ReplyDeleteI would expect a gentler voice from you being inspired by this song, Grace. You seem to have a wonderful way of wanting to see the good in things.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and imaginative. LOved the use of language here.
ReplyDeleteSuch gorgeous use of imagery here, Grace ❤️ I am in complete awe! Beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
This is stunning:
ReplyDelete"I listen deep to the drumbeats of trees, shimmering in golden jade"
Gosh so beautifully blowing with the wind. The richness that Bob Dylan has is really literary when others can write in such an enriching way. This really speaks or sings to me!
ReplyDeleteYour words were the breeze blowing the leaves
ReplyDeleteI love what you did with this wonderful song. You've married autumn and Dylan's song so perfectly.And we are under high wind warnings tonight...let's see what blows in (or over).
ReplyDeleteI love where this song took y9u, especially your closing stanza, with its golden jade, and leaves bowing to the wind.
ReplyDeleteI am particularly sensitive to the refrain of "how many times." That, I am afraid, neither Bob nor God has the answer too.
ReplyDeleteI was listening to a New England radio station WRSI when they announced Dylan's Nobel--I haven't heard such giddiness in quite awhile.
Sure a flow as the tune took seed and the leaves bow away
ReplyDeleteTurning "blowing in the wind" to a piece about fall works perfectly!
ReplyDeleteI can envision a walk in the woods listening for the answers.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem Grace. I love 'listen deep to the drumbeat of trees'. Janice (Ontheland)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo .. Love especially the first and thirds stanzas.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite Dylan songs -- I went there too 🎼
absolutely love those opening lines - I can feel Dylan in the ambience of change and wind and leaves
ReplyDeleteBeautifully resonant interpretation of classic Dylan song.
ReplyDeleteI like the last lines. True, when we have no answers, we just enjoy life as it is.
ReplyDeleteYour own wonderful words in which to celebrate Bob Dylan's music. Beautiful, Grace.
ReplyDeletethis is gorgeous and a bit nostalgic, as if you're looking toward the future, but over your shoulder as well.
ReplyDeletei believe if you lean hard enough into the wind and listen...you'll find your answers.
beautiful,
ReplyDeletewhen all the answers are blowing
in the wind, rolling beyond my grasp
I listen deep to the drumbeats
of trees, shimmering in golden jade
Loved these lines!
Wow! Great understanding Of Dylan's thinkin'
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