Blue Eyes, Blue Eggs, Lost Love

(Diamonds and Rust) Joan Baez, Bob Dylan romance

joannie struck a chord

sang the saddest of songs

of a revisiting ghost

when the moon was full

she sang about bobbie

in soulful soprano voice

diamonds and rust, lost love

a haunting of sorts

she sang that his blue eyes

were bluer than robins eggs

i remember those eyes

knew it to be true

and though i had never seen

a robin's egg, one was hidden

for sure in a nest in the ivy

outside our back door

for the robin  diligently

entered with juicy grubs 

when it was safe to do so

when no one was looking

until one morning i found

on the unforgiving ground

a fledgling, pathetic

cold in its half made vest

i watched the distress

of the returning bird

heard its anguish

saw it take off for good

my thoughts caught joannie

was she pushed from the nest

or did she fly away

of her own accord

Reviews

[lightsong]

soulful, heartwarming and sad... your words flow like a song dear Chris, I don't know details about Joan and Dylan but from your poem I feel as they did love each others but couldn't always stay together, more like loving the state of their love rather than loving each others closely.

[Chris Shaw]

They certainly did love each other and they made wonderful music together and apart. Thank you lightsong for checking this old poem out.

Chris

[Dylan Macadham]

So sadly beautiful, your telling of love's wrenching lost as reflected in three pairs of eyes, Joannie's, Bobbie's and a beautiful robin's. ...I grew up, my first 13 years, in the countryside. Robin-egg-blue is breathtaking, and we learned quickly to admire but not touch.
~Dylan

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dylan for your lovely review. You are appreciated.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

I love the parallel here of the Robin's story to that of Joannie and Bob a sad story..... do people who love each other stay put or fly away, like the Robin? It seems that many duos or trios split for some reason.... but I think the love remains... I can't answer the question about Joannie.... but like a Robin,freedom is all important. This is a beautifully written poem in your own unique style, just love it.
Best,
N.

[Chris Shaw]

Such a lovely review Betty. I thank you.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

You deserve it Chris😊

[Melinda McQueen]

The way you penned this is breathtaking. I liked how you combined the two.
Niche done.

[Chris Shaw]

Your review is much appreciated Melinda. Thank you so much.

Chris

[Shelley Warner]

It is beautiful how you related the music of Joan Baez to the robin's nest in your tree. The stanza about the baby bird, dead on the ground, and the anguished cry of its mother, was truly heartbreaking. One of your best.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Shelley, pleased you like this one. Your review is very encouraging. Many thank yous.
read moreDear Shelley, pleased you like this one. Your review is very encouraging. Many thank yous.

Chris

[Shelley Warner]

You're welcome

[LostSage]

your writing is becoming more mysterious..... I am not complaining.... I love it! sweet day at you ✨💐

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for checking in Jeff. All the best to you.

Chris

[Dave]

Joan was introduced to me by my wife's favorite aunt, herself an undeclared "flower-child". I immediately fell in love with her beautiful voice and lyrics. When she combined with Bob it was like being in musical heaven. Thank you for the reminder Chris- I still have my first album from her.
Take care - Dave

[Chris Shaw]

I love her voice too Dave and I have always rated Dylan too. They made good music together till they split up. Take care of yourself.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

One of my favorite songs. I love the songs of Joan Baez. The lost of a child or baby bird, would make you escape to unknown place. Thank you dear Chris for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

She has an amazing voice. Pleased you like her too. Thank you for your visit.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I still do. Still a beautiful lady and you are welcome dear Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

She is eighty now. Hard to believe. She has not lost her voice or her inner and outer beauty.

[duff]

The sadness and unforgiving punishment of a cycle. Life defending itself until the end. This digs deep no matter the nature of rationalization.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you duff for your thoughts on my poem. Much appreciated.

Chris

[AJNJ]

Distress over the loss of what's most precious...felt as keenly by a little creature in nature as by a human heart. Makes one weep at the harshness of fate sometimes. A very touching poem, such heartfelt words.....

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Pestonjee. Yes, nature can be cruel. I find it difficult to watch animals in distress however little or large they may be. I appreciate your thoughts here. All good wishes.

Chris

[AJNJ]

My pleasure always :)