1980 in Kelowna
His nasal voice
was exactly like Bob Dylan's;
as he sang to us in the candlelight,
we were so very willing,
to live in a world of peace and love
and no more war,
that world we'd sung and marched for
in the heady days of yore:
"Hell, no, we won't go!"
But peace comes infinitely slow.
My heart mourns, now,
when I hear him singing
"Blowin' In the Wind",
for we still are seeking peace
more than we ever were before.
The answers just aren't blowin'
in the wind any more,
and there's a holocaust
about to come a-knockin'
on our door.
for Bjorn's prompt at dVerse: Bob Dylan, or whatever he brings to mind.
We wrote to the same song, smiles ~ Isn't this a sad soulful song - all the answers just aren't blowin' in the wind anymore ~
ReplyDeleteMaybe, one day, we'll understand, what Bob was telling us, if we don't kill ourselves, first.
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem. Yes, you are right. There is a holocaust coming. Excellent write.
ReplyDeleteI hope that it's actually become better and it's only the men of darkness trying to convince us that we've lost.
ReplyDeleteWhether you like his voice or not, Dylan's music is part of us, especially if you're of a certain age. I remember the protest movement; I watched everything to do with the Vietnam War from a distance (I was only a child) but with great interest and I agree, nothing much has changed over the years - the human race doesn't seem to learn from its mistakes.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautifully emotive and profound, Sherry 💖
ReplyDeleteThe pace of peace seems to move at a frozen speed... and it's heartbreaking.
ReplyDeletePeace is indeed more elusive than ever.
ReplyDeleteyou captured that moment so well in this poem Sherry - hard to believe we were young enough to believe we could change anything with songs and flowers.
ReplyDeleteDylan side-stepped the peace protest perhaps because of the futility - the times are always changing by their very nature so let's enjoy peace whilst we have it
"But peace comes infinitely slow."
ReplyDeleteSo sad and true, Sherry.
Okay -- we really went to the same place on this prompt. Ah that life would be so ethereL that the answers would come to us, blowin' in the wind.
ReplyDeleteThis one smacks us in the gut. It seems we cannot get beyond our division. Right now we experiencing high winds, power outages and sadly wild fires, one of which threatens a beautiful area at Lake Tahoe, the other two threatening homes and livestock. What is the answer?
ReplyDeleteReflective poem about an artist. His warnings have been here for a while
ReplyDeleteInteresting take. Personally I think the answers ARE always blowin in the wind but not everyone is lookin an listenin for them
ReplyDelete/Users/Glenn/Desktop/45375_1588754083335_3650308_n.jpg pic of me in Beatle bangs from '66. Your poem makes me fear that if a Fascist inhabits the White House, we could be /knock, knock, knocking n the devil's door/.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree with you more, Sherry. Ill winds are blowin'.
ReplyDeletethis cuts to the core of what society has become.
ReplyDeletei like how you combine elements of the past with commonday themes.
Holy Crap! I'd head for the woods, if I wern't already in them. :-)
ReplyDeleteThe answers just aren't blowin'
ReplyDeletein the wind any more,
and there's a holocaust
about to come a-knockin'
on our door.
There is so much ill-will pervading world politics. One wants to just grab at something to start the peace process moving. Bob Dylan and others may provide the impetus but none listening!
Hank
Thoughtful....beautifully put....and when will all the ears open to there inner souls...wonder!
ReplyDeleteHow many miles must a white duck sail,
ReplyDeletebefore she sleeps in the sand
The answer my friend, is blowin in the wind
the answer is blowing in the wind!
These lines completely captivated me in my school days, as I remember and I wrote in my diary with green ink. Those days, the air was much clearer, cleaner and dreams flew high on wings.
Thank you for a wonderful post, Sherry
That peace seems more elusive than ever. Great write!
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