D’Verse Meeting the Bar – Bob Dylan
Bellwether
He spelled out the conflict
Of our youth
Like the letters on a Ouija board
He held the planchette
Pointing to the emotions
Of the Beat Generation,
The discord of the
Flower Children
Strumming the background
Music that accompanied
The distortions of the decades
Words that have kept the kid
In me alive
…the distortions of the decades…
Seems to me we could be using those words except applied to this election cycle….and whose hands on the Ouija board would be dragged where now? Thought provoking this is.
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Somehow I feel he’s been there as a conscious background… yes he grows every time I read him.
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Love your equating Dylan with the planchette on a Oija board. He was vague part of my flower Child past although I enjoyed his poems as sung by others.
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The words spelled out letter by letter in his songs.
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Nice tribute to the man and his work.
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I specially like: The discord of the
Flower Children
He is indeed the voice of that generation(s), and his words still ring true today~
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You captured the voice of the counter-culture. Make love, not war! Love the references of the era and the baby boomer generation in your poem.
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Such a wonderful tribute ❤️ especially love “The discord of the Flower children.”
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That was a perfect acknowledgment and affirmation of his stature in influencing my generation. ❤
Thanks for the congratulations to Bob Dylan and cc it to me 🙂
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