Choking on arrogance,
occlusion unrhymed
The Reaper lies waiting,
graveyard of Mimes
Choking on arrogance,
last curse to remain
Spat into the wind
—returning black rain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
Together To Stand
The words once they’re spoken,
notes and palettes enhanced
Not judged in reference,
kindred spirits they dance
While music enlivens
what phrases will say
A painting embodies
what verses convey
And the only conflict
is in the critic’s eye
Who sees not the harmony,
but comparisons lie
As all art travels skyward,
enjoined hand in hand
To the source of its power
—together to stand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
ā¢. āBlack Rainā
An ominous and intriguing write!
~Laura~
It's what the fallout was referred to after Hiroshima
and Nagasaki.
Ominous...yes!
Thanks
I thought so...
but I wasnāt sure if thatās what you were referring to.
Thank you for clarifying.
I wasn't
Ok...Now Iām totally confused! š¤·š»āāļø
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