just someone elses words,
but when he speaks
they become mine
lending songs
to a heart silenced
by distant love
empty again
as strings of Dylan
blow gently in wind,
expiring self
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A contest entry
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it's always been a point of amazement and appreciation of mine, how every generation has its own 'musical score' to their lives.
how lyrics often seemed to reflect our own lives.
we can all hear a particular song and go right to a particular memory...kind of like audio therapy. lol
i like this write, and how it made me feel and remember
thanks for this gentle entry
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How did you know that "blowin' in the wind" is one of my all-time favourite songs?
. I love that song and I really like the way you've weaved it into this poem.
I liked nostalgic character of this poem; and of course, the brevity. This poem has a lingering quality about it and I've found credibility in your voice here. I liked this...
Thank you so much for your entry.
~ Nicolette
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awesome as always... you are a terrific writer
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One can feel this really well.
I like the Dylan reference.
Thank you for your entry,
Best of luck.
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Yes there is such a beautiful softness to this, a yearning to be elsewhere. Loved this pioece
All the best.
Gaylene
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Such softness here but also the desire to be somewhere else
Love, C
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