Standard bearer,
above the fray
Others follow,
trackless fields
Trailing echo’s,
dead and gone
Then tomorrow
—tomorrow then
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Behind The Veil
Hiding in the middle class,
I made my way through life
Looking like I had it made,
no struggle and no strife
Others couldn’t see it,
as it metastasized inside
A terminal metamorphosis
—hidden from your eyes
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: August 18th, 2020 08:50
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
brilliant imagery and seamless flow,
well thought-out
Thanks LB, much appreciated.
Kurt
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