Even the Wind
Even the Wind
I held you so close
that even the wind could not blow
between us
and any other blow
was fended by my back–
but in the end, it was going
you wanted–
a driven flow to somewhere air,
a flight of what felt
like wild lightness–
oh, my back bent then
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A poem of sorts posted very belatedly for the wonderful Kerry O’Connor’’s prompt on Real Toads to write a poem stemming from some lyrics of Bob Dylan, recently awarded the Nobel prize for literature (although I don’t think he’s yet acknowledged it.)
The pic, which is unedited, doesn’t really relate to the poem, but I just really like it! All rights reserved.
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October 23, 2016 at 7:33 pm
“In the end, it was going you wanted….” I have felt that, the holding on to the one wanting to be flying and free……..more than once……..and oh, our backs bent then! Brilliant poem!
October 23, 2016 at 7:39 pm
Thanks so much, Sherry!
October 23, 2016 at 11:42 pm
We can’t seem to hold on to what the wind wishes to take from us. This is has a beautiful Dylan feel to it.
October 24, 2016 at 2:25 am
We do give up sometimes.. clinging never really worked, even trees has to bend to the wind, better bend than break I guess.
October 24, 2016 at 9:54 am
I like this line, K, driven flow to somewhere air. It seems to fit. In El Paso when I wanted to fly to someplace my Vespa scooter would take me there. I loved riding along the Rio Grande and also the N.H. mountains. I came back every time.
Now my older Mustang convertible, an ‘old man’s four wheeled motorcycyle,’ will take me. But I don’t often do that, generally when Mrs. Jim is out doing her thing (we’ve been married 43 years, the first with the Vespa lasted 13).
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October 24, 2016 at 9:57 am
Ha. Thanks for your kind comment. I’d be a little fearful of a Vespa, but it would also be fun! k.
October 24, 2016 at 2:15 pm
Love it, everything about it from the title to the accompanying photo.
October 24, 2016 at 2:51 pm
Thank you so much, Mark. k.
October 25, 2016 at 3:51 am
I thought of Ariel here, “a driven flow to somewhere air,” and inspiration as something that comes and goes, fills us yet leaves us empty, can be held only like water cupped in our fingers. Wonderful airy wistful sense.