Prompt: Critical Eye
Write about the subject you usually blog about as if you were a music critic.
I recently wrote a post as if I were a music critic; you can read it here. I won’t repeat the prompt today.
Meanwhile, I thought about “repetition” and looked for some inspiration online, and came across the lyrics to a song called Love Minus Zero/No Limit.
So here is a lovely bit of poetry, by our poet prophet Bob Dylan, that I hope will add inspiration to your day too:
My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire
People carry roses
And make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can’t buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there’s no success like failure
And that failure’s no succes at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of match sticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows cold and rainy
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
Fluffy Pool 