In the information age,
we know too much about each other
Too much good and too much bad,
that sets our minds to wander
No longer touching what we once loved,
no longer finding what we once held in our arms
No longer listening to the sweet voice of mystery
that charmed the deep emptiness
—which now intervenes
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Payback
The currency of time
—is blood
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: January 1st, 2020 09:23
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 34
- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
Comments2
Kurt,
Happy New Year!🎆
Thank you for sharing your pen!
Today’s two postings...
—relatable
—truthful
...and very much appreciated!
~Laura~
So true
Thanks
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