The Poet’s real enemy
is time
Alone to struggle
—moments to rhyme
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Marlais
Dying alone on foreign ground,
death gripped his blessed hand
Raging hard across the pond,
Manhattan, his last stand
An oak to fall on alien soil,
all seeds to heaven thrown
His words cast free into the dark,
that ‘Good Night’ now his own
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
'Dylan Marlais Thomas'
Wasting Time
Squandering what you
never had
And what you’ll never
—understand
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
She's Gone
Tears from a straw,
heartache from a tumbler
Ice from a memory
—fire from my heart
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
• “Moment’s Left”
So true my dear friend!🤗
~Laura~🌻
🙂
Thanks as always, Claudelle.
Kurt,
Great poem! Thank you for sharing.
One of my favorite Dylan Thomas quotes...
‘Though lovers be lost,
love shall not’
~Laura~🌻
P.S.-I like the way you used his middle name for the title of your poem!
Wonderful—and true.
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