“Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship My senses have been stripped My hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step” ~ from Mr. Tambourine Man by Bob Dylan My heart lies in the wasteland shattered into pieces just like the promises my idols used to make I laughed at him who would promise the moon then I heard you sing, my heart skipped - your dream woke my own I believed in magic again I let fall my crutches, your hands I grip - Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship bring me to heights I have never been in the land of unicorns we live enchantment Happiness we'll sprinkle like stars make believers of cynical hearts I am a schoolgirl whose giddy lips burn with first love's kiss Slake my thirst This bliss could I keep? My senses have been stripped dancing by your strings Keep singing your song to hold me in your thrall I will hold you in a pedestal Your honor is my own and May thunder and lightning rip him who pricks our bubble Yet sometimes I taste the honey- coated bile that from your mouth slips My hands can't feel to grip the scales around my eyes I would rather keep them there to maintain my illusions than be hurt by the truth- your grandeur was only my hunger feeding on itself. If my world slipped and revealed you for who you are - a piper leading me to a cliff - Might I have that gift while I soundly slept: My toes too numb to step.
For Meeting the Bar, DVerse Poets’ Pub asks the patrons to write a piece inspired by Bob Dylan to honor his winning the Nobel Prize for Literature. While I know Mr. Dylan, I am not familiar with his body of works except perhaps for Blowing in the Wind. It was widely played during the years of dictatorship in the Philippines and especially during its waning days in ’86. Blowing in the Wind became a pseudo anthem for the Filipinos aching to be free of the tyranny of the Marcos era. Perhaps my cousins played a lot of Mr. Dylan’s song, but I might not have appreciated his genre which tended towards folk-country.
I was a bit disheartened when I read about the Meeting the Bar prompt but I looked up his music in youtube anyway. I still had trouble with the musical flavor (I am sorry for the fans of the genre. I offer as excuse my growing up as a country bumpkin in the more rural villages of the Philippines) so I searched for the lyrics to his songs. What beautiful poetry opened before my eyes. I am most impressed by Mr. Tambourine Man, not only because of its wistful words, but also because I think that the melody is something I can relate to. After listening to the song several times, and reading the words several times, I am convinced that Mr. Tambourine Man is an even better work than Blowing in the Wind.