Though I know the end is nigh
I keep walking on
For I hear my brother cry
Crying all alone
…
My mother keeps not too well
Her ail is unknown
I remember that she did foretell
Dying all alone
…
For my father is out of reach
Buried ‘neath a stone
With all words that he did preach
Sighing all alone
…
Now’s my turn to throw my guard
And keep walking on
In the mouth of a graveyard
Walking all alone
In The Mouth Of A Graveyard
Frank Solanki 
That gave me goosebumps 💔
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Thank you.
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Massive
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Thanks.
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I always say Yes after I read your posts. I just saw how many followers you have and said Yep this guy gets it! Keep on keeping on brother. On a side note I also want say thank you for taking the time to “Like” my posts along my WordPress journey. Thank you Frank.
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Too kind of you to say that, Dwight. Thank you so much, and welcome.
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One of my lit professors taught a class a couple of semesters ago on Bob Dylan as Poetry
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Ah… nice.
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Alone we come, alone we go, the journey has to go on.
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True.
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Poignant poem. You write visually, Frank. I enjoy reading your work and appreciate that you read mine, too.
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Thanks a lot.
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Sad and somehow bitter
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Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale,
Yet will I fear none ill …
King David, 3.000 years before Bob Dylan.
And the other Dylan:
Do not go gentle into that dark night
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.
– That was for his father, an unbeliever, when dying.
Connections, connections!
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Nice!
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I’ve read your poetry every day, and I didn’t catch on to the the Hard Rain’s connection. I’m so glad you pointed it out. Such a great old song. A bit depressing but great. I love Dylan more and more as time goes on. He does that repetitive thing with the music, and then image after image after image, to show you a mood or a feeling. And you tap in to that mood so perfectly with this piece. Makes me wait for the next installment. And at the same time hope for a happier installment…an end to crying, not-so-ominous ailments, away from the graveyard. Guess I’ll have to wait and see.
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Happy or otherwise, I hope you enjoy the coming poems.
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sad, sad, and again sad.
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Very nice. Is the whole thing Dylan? “I Shall Be Released” is an absolute fav.
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The whole poem? No. The whole series? Yes.
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Does that mean you are writing a series of poems based on Dylan songs?
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Song, not songs. A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall.
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really resonates. Dylan rocks.
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Yep. Thank you.
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I love that line “in the mouth of the graveyard” heartbreaking.
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Thanks, but the credit is not mine. It’s taken from Bob Dylan’s ‘A hard rain’s a-gonna fall’.
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Well quoted then. Great poem.
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Thanks again.
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