To be Dylan's voice-
With a shriek within tremors
In a land of folk, to land like a rolling stone
To be like a strum in silence
Cacophonously universal
Adversely everyone's but uniquely one's
To be a confluence of revolution
Where the voiceless meets the harmonica
Where the withered fingers meet the guitar
A complete unknown like a rolling stone
To be a gust of wind
Blowin' with answers
A genesis of alienation and the burden of perfection-
None's imitation and none's to claim
A centurion's gift but with seclusion as a friend
To be a stream of response
To be a protest
To be Dylan's voice-
To be Dylan.
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- Comment from author about the poem: A homage to Bob Dylan
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Comments2
Indeed the voice of the century. Nobel winner in poetry it is his verse that I love the most. King of metaphor. A lovely write.
I'm glad to see poets appreciate Dylan, thanks for reading:)
Of course I grew up on him. You are most welcome
One of my favourite artists, lovely tribute, and we wish we could be as creative as him, enjoyed the read
His gift was with a huge burden, thats what gave him strength. I hope him happiness and love
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