Poem from Joe Kidd (inspired by Dylan) and photography of trees

Driving Rain

come over here
let us move together
through the light
through the smoke
we travel in circles
of friends in need
in heat

rolling down corridors, highways, and hallways
to our rooms, to our child
the one we left when we began to hear
transmissions, confessions
reflections in the mirror
who could predict the beauty of those nights

as tribes gather
so do souls
and ghosts, and poets
upon rocks, electric, metallic, organic
thunder and rain upon the rim
of this crater formed
on the brim of this elusive hat
a book, a gospel, the cry of the wild

we feed, we drink, we inhale and inject
here is the dance, here is the medicine
we seek the eye of the hurricane
and we fear not while we inhabit this song
(the remains of the magic tree)

Warhol/Factory Series: Joe Kidd: Warhol in Fact
Poem by Joe Kidd for “Before I Turn Into Gold Day” inspired by Leonard Cohen Poem A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Joe Kidd

Poem “Asking the Wind” by Gayle J Greenlea : influenced by Bob Dylan series

Bob Dylan Vector Illustration Drawing. September 11, 2017 royalty free illustration

Asking the Wind

How many roads led to this precipice?
Dylan told us where to look for answers.

I stand on the sea-whipped cliff, testing air,
Medusa hair holding the sky aloft
Eyes scan horizons for the surrendering dove
as boots breach borders in mid-winter snow
The Pale Moth flexes red wings, thrumming
menace, crumbling peace like a biscuit. 

The wind squalls, heavy with questions 

In another hemisphere, the land down under
blazes 50c and lets a virus rip. The PM has no eyes,
no ears. Who hears the suffocating
cries, the planetary reverberations, 
the eroding loss?
How many deaths will satisfy the gods?

The hot wind squalls, heavy with questions

I summon the Tambourine Man to quell the drums
of war. But answers blow lonely in the wind.

Poetry Showcase from Gayle J. Greenlea

2 poems by Gayle J. Greenlea about Going to Space (anniversary of the moonwalk)

A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Gayle J Greenlea

New poems from Gayle J. Greenlea : “Grey” & “Mapping the Long Haul”

2 poems from Sadie Maskery influenced by Bob Dylan Series

Bob Dylan Hand Drawn Drawing Portrait, Caricature Vector. Illustration vector illustration
From Doddis (c) on Dreamtime

One more cup of coffee

Like dust, smoke, the song of a lark,
the touch of your hand,
that point where gravity defies
a body's desire to float and you are pulled down
to the ocean floor...
That point, high above the horizon,
which determines a landing back on safe green ground  
or eternal flight...
Gravity is so gently made, 
more a plea than command, come back to me, come back -
and here we stand, at that same point 
talking all done and a decision to be made -
do we fall, fly or drift apart? come back to me, 
come back.

mr jones

      it startles me, 
the way our bodies
         know how to     fit      together
when conversation (hi! you look well)
has always been   so  /  awkward  /
i suppose chat 
         (still gigging?)     is irrelevant 
when our lives 
           are forever
                 on different paths
                                just this
one crossroads involving
        legs            and             hair 
(remember when
   you had hair      i met you at
the party you said
                                 do you play guitar?
 have you read Tarantula?)
     now we are both 
a little                ragged and you       recede 
       and  shhhhh    my   memory)  and
    i never knew
        how simple this could 
be         no need for
                       interests in common
                            (i have never read
                                   poetry my god why          
                                       would i ?)
when the 
essential         thing 
                       the weight 
       of             love
           never to be mentioned
weather and
          sadness smells
like dust on a highway 
               (something   ah
something is happening 
here but we don't 
               we can't know 
    what it is)

A book review of “Push” by Sadie Maskery

Poetry Re-Post for Leonard Cohen Week: To the End of Love by Sadie Maskery

3 poems from “Push” by Sadie Maskery “Lost Child” “Rearrangement” & “Once we were”