I love the isolation,
God help me but I do
Being alone inside my words,
neither old nor new
The rumbling of the moment,
the sound of distant drums
My eyes to close upon myself
—time now zero sum
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
I feel the resonance of your words throughout my being!
Thank you for sharing a feeling that I would’ve never been able to express with words as you can.
~Laura~
Very kind, thank you Laura.
Happy Thanksgiving.
‘Tis always my pleasure to read your work. Your writings uplift my spirit...especially when I need it the most!
Wishing you and your family a Happy Thanksgiving as well!
For me and my Aunt it will be a bit sad this year, but we still have much to be thankful for!
Those words inside you (and me) are so meaningful, maybe only to us but when shared they are for all.
🙂
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