Mourning Dove
L. B. Mek said:

beautiful!
\'that Aurora, chance
of a refreshed perspective
to glean a shard of opportunity
amongst,
a seemingly calamitous tidal wave,
of ill-fate..\'
thanks for sharing, dear Poet

November 1st, 2021 05:44

Short Straw (+1)
Kurt Philip Behm said:

Again, my pleasure, thanks.

October 31st, 2021 00:45

A Last Dance (+1)
Laura🌻 said:

Kurt,

Wow…I love this one very, very much!

Thank you for sharing this divine poem.

Laura🌻

October 29th, 2021 12:50

To Rise Again
Laura🌻 said:

Kurt,

• “To Rise Again”
Reading your penned words of this ‘Dreamsleep’ is a mesmerizing experience. The last stanza is inspirational. Thank you for sharing. I’m now ready to face this day.

Laura🌻

October 28th, 2021 08:21

To Rise Again
Sparrow73 said:

I love this! Ironically, No words can convey the unspoken meaning of this beautiful, raw truth. Touche brother very deeply understood, if only words like this could stay and took, consistently remembered and not taken for granted hey!? Sincerely and respectfully, Tess S.

October 28th, 2021 03:46

Faith In The Wind (+2)
iAli said:

❤

October 27th, 2021 02:06

Faith In The Wind (+2)
Laura🌻 said:

Kurt,

WOW!!

These ‘Dreamsleep’ are extraordinary. There’s so much I want to say about them…but I shall refrain. I do not want to take away or diminish in any away what they mean to me; however,
I DO want to say with all my heart…
Thank You For Sharing.

Laura🌻


October 26th, 2021 13:32

Mourning Dove
Dove said:

Nice, I have one poem by the same title, but not as tame as yours!

October 24th, 2021 18:40

One Last Time
Laura🌻 said:

Kurt,

As I read “One Last Time”, for some reason I felt a certain sadness.

I guess with age and experience we come to realize that we’re
‘not here to save the world’. Hopefully we’ve made a bit of a difference. When we approach a certain period in our life, we’re no longer ‘here to ride the wave’.
That ship has sailed.
As we grow and blossom into our youthful self, we feel we can
‘save the world’.
As we approach our twilight years, we realize what is done is done…enough…che sarà sarà!

‘Time on trial my last denial
—on distant Ronan land’
Is this Ronan, Montana you’re referring to?

When I saw the word in your poem, I was wondering about its relevance…so I thought it might be a place you’ve visited during one of your many travels.

(When I read “Searching For Crazy Horse” for the second time, I was curious to know the locations of the places you wrote about. So I looked them up on a map to have an idea of your travels.)

Laura🌻

October 24th, 2021 13:37

Mourning Dove
Paul Bell said:

I wouldn\'t have minded another verse of this. Great flow with great meaning.

October 24th, 2021 11:45

Breakaway
Laura🌻 said:

Kurt,

Glad to see your ‘Dreamsleep’ post.

After reading your written words,

‘to stab and poke in rich delight
a chance to ride the storm’

‘in search of that elusive net
—still guarded and unwon’,

I sensed a certain familiarity while reading the words. I read them more than once…
and that sense of familiarity got stronger.

Laura🌻

October 22nd, 2021 13:41

Leaving New Tracks (+1)
L. B. Mek said:

\'Born young until myself instilled
as deja vu reminds

Of Autumn snow my heart aglow
—new memory in rhyme\'..
these lines are so subtle and distilled,
they ink-out imagery of the memories I thought I had long forgotten,
a great write, Kurt
thank you!

October 15th, 2021 03:54

Breaking Free
L. B. Mek said:

\'gunshots without starter lines
tears before smiles,
learning to forget
forgiving to ascend,
this be that promise
of our lullaby realities, in life..\'
couldn\'t help but try and offer
my feeble verse, in reply
thanks for sharing and inspiring, dear Poet

October 14th, 2021 03:35

Cartesian Lullaby
Kurt Philip Behm said:

Memories of Paris between the wars. Nice thoughts.

October 11th, 2021 19:04

In Debt To Rene (+1)
L. B. Mek said:

we spend so much time, contemplating
and trying to conceive, the \'who\'
of \'what\' we want out of life, lost
in our choices, spoilt
while assuming the role of victim,
when in actuality
its more than likely, \'who\' we are
was evident from childhood
and we\'ve been working towards becoming and realising, that reality
all long..
but, we don\'t like
incorporating the simplicity of Nature\'s guidance
we want to make it all a journey, dwelling
on questions we\'ve long since answered
choosing to ask for ever-more, futile demonstrations
of proof, fate - hope?
\'Deeper Roots

To bloom
where you’re planted
Flower
on the sill\'..
we arrived into this world, with all the tools necessary
to achieve,
what we can conceive, enough of:
to dream...
(this is your Poetry, at its most subtly Profound
and accessibly relatable,
thanks for choosing to share, dear Poet)..
humbly, I read and learn

October 11th, 2021 05:18