The Sage brought me to the Muse,
when I was but sixteen
Her face familiar, her words estranged,
my fate caught in-between
As years went on she whispered
and oft times took the lead
To guide my wishes past my fear
—old wounds there left to bleed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)
The Shallow Glass
Café poseurs,
internet losers
Reflections through
the shallow glass
Virtual wishing,
dot.com remissing
Clicks and bytes
as the world goes past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
ā¢ āBeyond My Fearā
She ātook the lead to guideā your āwishes pastā your āfearā so that you can continue your search to find yourself āinside the messages that the Great Chief has left behind.ā ā āHe gave you the power to see his face in all menā ā.
This write urged me to go to my bookshelf and revisit one of my favorite books!
ā¢ āThe Shallow Glassā
Shatter that glass! Take notice and pay attention to this world thatās going by!
Two super poems! Thank you for sharing! Very much appreciated!
~Laura~
What poetic comments!!! I hope my poetry measures up to
your poignant words.
Thanks Laura
Kurt
Youāre very welcome!
Thereās no doubt about your poetry!
Your poetry is beyond measuring up!
It fills my voids!
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