Thursday, October 13, 2016

Blowin' In The Wind

when the sky is a sphinx
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

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - We are writing about Bob Dylan, the Nobel Prize winner in Literature. Come and join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.   

27 comments:

  1. You 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.

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    1. Thanks Glenn!! Was rushing with this poem over lunch break.

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  2. I can feel how you used the theme and made it yours, a gentler voice but still the same sentiment

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  3. Such vision in those words, and the autumn capture is really special!

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  4. Much gentler and better than the original.

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  5. I 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.

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  6. This is beautiful and imaginative. LOved the use of language here.

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  7. Such gorgeous use of imagery here, Grace ❤️ I am in complete awe! Beautifully penned.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  8. This is stunning:

    "I listen deep to the drumbeats of trees, shimmering in golden jade"

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  9. 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!

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  10. Your words were the breeze blowing the leaves

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  11. I 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).

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  12. I love where this song took y9u, especially your closing stanza, with its golden jade, and leaves bowing to the wind.

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  13. I am particularly sensitive to the refrain of "how many times." That, I am afraid, neither Bob nor God has the answer too.

    I was listening to a New England radio station WRSI when they announced Dylan's Nobel--I haven't heard such giddiness in quite awhile.

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  14. Sure a flow as the tune took seed and the leaves bow away

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  15. Turning "blowing in the wind" to a piece about fall works perfectly!

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  16. I can envision a walk in the woods listening for the answers.

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  17. A beautiful poem Grace. I love 'listen deep to the drumbeat of trees'. Janice (Ontheland)

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  18. Beautiful photo .. Love especially the first and thirds stanzas.
    One of my favorite Dylan songs -- I went there too 🎼

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  19. absolutely love those opening lines - I can feel Dylan in the ambience of change and wind and leaves

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  20. Beautifully resonant interpretation of classic Dylan song.

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  21. I like the last lines. True, when we have no answers, we just enjoy life as it is.

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  22. Your own wonderful words in which to celebrate Bob Dylan's music. Beautiful, Grace.

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  23. this is gorgeous and a bit nostalgic, as if you're looking toward the future, but over your shoulder as well.
    i believe if you lean hard enough into the wind and listen...you'll find your answers.

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  24. beautiful,

    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

    Loved these lines!

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  25. Wow! Great understanding Of Dylan's thinkin'
    ZQ

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