I wrote this poem this morning for a contest to write a poem, 20 lines or less, to Bob Dylan. You can enter your own ode to Bob here. Maybe we'll both win! Peace, Beth :),
The One that Makes the Muses Dance
(A poem about Bob Dylan)
by Beth Isbell © 7/20/2011
I alienate the waterfall,
from which the flowing vision fell,
my pride is low, my soul is tall,
for that I live my own sweet hell,
But you have only time to give,
and words that live, and words that live.
The waves crash hard upon my soul,
like silent footprints in the snow,
I start to cry, I've lost control,
the sound of God I do not know,
But you have only thoughts to give,
and words that live, and words that live.
The river carries on below,
of love and hope and sweet romance,
and words live on, as does the song,
the one that makes the muses dance,
But you have left your love to give,
and words that live, and words that live.
And I'll take your words and pass them on,
within the song, within the song.
The One that Makes the Muses Dance
(A poem about Bob Dylan)
by Beth Isbell © 7/20/2011
I alienate the waterfall,
from which the flowing vision fell,
my pride is low, my soul is tall,
for that I live my own sweet hell,
But you have only time to give,
and words that live, and words that live.
The waves crash hard upon my soul,
like silent footprints in the snow,
I start to cry, I've lost control,
the sound of God I do not know,
But you have only thoughts to give,
and words that live, and words that live.
The river carries on below,
of love and hope and sweet romance,
and words live on, as does the song,
the one that makes the muses dance,
But you have left your love to give,
and words that live, and words that live.
And I'll take your words and pass them on,
within the song, within the song.