The Bridge at Midnight Trembles

You walk into the room
With a pencil in your hand…
– Bob Dylan, Ballad of the Thin Man


You ask it a question or two
and you
hope it knows some things and
that it might sing if you give it
some space. You place

it on the corner of your desk
or table. On the counter. Behind
your ear. You hear

it whisper. Someone
opens a door, a window,
a portal, a secret hiding
place on the floor, and
you feel it
pierce your soul,
your skin. You spill

a word, a phrase,
a quiet light
in lead and graphite
smudge. You hold
the parchment in your
hungry hands and
hope that it’s

You walk out


Bjorn has us pondering Nobel Prize winner Bob Dylan 
the week at dVerse.
My poem title is also a Dylan lyric, from Love Minus Zero, No Limit. 


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15 Responses to The Bridge at Midnight Trembles

  1. Brian says:

    Almost Cubist in a way. I like how you portray the pencil as being animate with thoughts.

  2. Grace says:

    Love the title and point of view from the object (or is it ourselves) ~ This sings beautifully De ~

  3. How well you describe the process. Perhaps instead of in out boxes we need question boxes! Mine would be overflowing.

  4. Brilliant, De. You have captured writing’s pitfalls.

  5. Shawna says:

    Girl, that ending is SO clever! Love the way you twist the meaning of “of.”

  6. Superb title and use of the pencil as an evocative object in your poem. Great ending. x

  7. Miss Stacy says:

    reminds me of myself when i want so badly to write but don’t know what to say.
    i wonder if dylan’s ever felt this way? maybe writing music chords inclines his lyrical muse.

  8. Oh I can feel the poet, spilling words… the power of the pen

  9. Misky says:

    Fantastic from start to finish.

  10. Sherry Marr says:

    This is brilliant. You hope it knows some things….you hear it whisper…..loved it.

  11. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    I love the touch of cubism in this poem ❤️ especially these lines “a word, a phrase, a quiet light in lead and graphite, smudge. You hold the parchment in your hungry hands and hope that it’s enough.” just left me breathless ❤️ Beautifully executed.

    Lots of love,

  12. Susan says:

    It’s enough. Thank you.

  13. ZQ says:

    Haha I hope, like I have too, go back and clean the mess 🙂 I hated homework 😦
    Enjoyed the piece enough to make me think… thanks.

  14. kim881 says:

    I knew I’d see that pencil again – where is the pink eraser, De?

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