Vacant lots

The land created me. I’m wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I’m more at home in the vacant lots.

Bob Dylan

From somewhere, a wind is blowin’, from where you sang
to look for answers; but it’s questions, to be frank,
I’m searching for; I search citiscapes and vacant lots:
solutions might be peace or love, but for whom is not.

There are stories told, in faces, pale against the walls
there’s a silence as of children born from fists and brawls.

I search the empty fields and walk into the forest deep
and only in the silence of the night its knowledge seeps
into my dreams and into fragments of a question: why?
that’s how dreams are true from when we’re born and till we die.

There are stories told, in faces, pale against the walls
there’s a silence as in children born from fists and brawls.

And I see the lines, that find a way to carve my face,
a mark of every time I’ve see the autumn bloom in haste
and then decay; I wonder if my questions why – is life.
I wonder if my purpose is in dreams and not in strife.

There are stories told, in faces, pale against the walls
there’s a silence as in children born from fists and brawls.

Vacant lot by Robert Spencer

Vacant lot by Robert Spencer

Hannah asked us to use Brainy Quotes to at toads, and I wanted to have one by Bob Dylan today. Which also fits to my Bob Dylan prompt.

October 15, 2016

13 responses to “Vacant lots

  1. I love the line, “There are stories told, in faces, pale against the walls
    there’s a silence as of children born from fists and brawls” Some amazing writing here BJorn!!.

  2. “There are stories told, in faces, pale against the walls there’s a silence as in children born from fists and brawls.”

    These lines add to much to the beauty and depth of this poem ❤️

  3. Silence and stories… Told without words, yet captured and retold here… I actually found this touching, beautiful….
    Oh I came via Magalys blog… And pleased, also love the collaged visual treats you use on your posts 👍 Have a sweet weekend!

  4. This is very cool. “There are stories told, in faces, pale against the walls there’s a silence as in children born from fists and brawls.” Wow! You could hang a book – dang, you could hang a library off of the blow back from those lines. Outstanding!

  5. there’s a silence as in children
    born from fists and brawls.

    This has such a dark reality that many may not want to say. Love certainly is more than holding hands but the grim episodes of disagreements are always there

    Hank

  6. I search the empty fields and walk into the forest deep
    and only in the silence of the night its knowledge seeps
    into my dreams and into fragments of a question: why?
    that’s how dreams are true from when we’re born and till we die.

    loved these lines….!!

  7. Powerful indeed, Bjorn. I love this refrain:
    “There are stories told, in faces, pale against the walls
    there’s a silence as of children born from fists and brawls.”
    Thank you so much for writing!

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