Victory is a song unwritten,
whose words beget the score
With truth in play, all time relayed,
past battles, future wars
Yesterday winless, tomorrow tied,
the moment zero sum
The hour prescient, each second dear
—glory still unsung
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
Love In Ashes
A distant scream,
the future cries,
our past to burn
unclaimed
Predictions simmer,
forecasts stir,
denials rage
enflamed
All promise broken,
hearts on fire,
reasons singed with
pain
With love in ashes,
hope to scald,
and freedom left
—in shame
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Yes, “each second dear”...
...true and powerful.
One never knows from one second to the next!
~Laura~
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