Tribute to Bob Dylan's Nobel recognition. I'd imagine one of many that have been written.
|My mind took a walk one night
whilst I listened to your words. No
longer satisfied with common
existence. Ideas unlocked after you
had freed the shackles screwed
directly into spherical bones. Numb,
self-imprisoned on the inside of
four walls and a low ceiling, listening
intently to one record played to
the masses via life or death mobile
devices. But, your message penned
true, like I had been Tangled up
in blue for One too many mornings.
An obsession had begun, re-born
into a Magpie; collecting each shiny
valuable message that you dedicated
your life to interpreting. You stood
tall at the forefront before my time,
now I am one of the lucky ones sat
in your company in these later years.
They don’t appreciate the order you
now play but, I understand your art.
Humbled, inspired, long-lost, long-
found. Your energy I lap up like a
thirsty canine being indirectly taught
by its owner. I stumbled down Highway
61 with the ghost of your past, using
your words as my map. Vast amounts
to annotate and try to understand — Nobel
recognition for an iconic literary mind.