Freedom comes packaged
entrapped and confined
How big is your cage,
to roam and define
Always constricted,
with borders that move
Its bars of detention
—forever reproved
(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
Chasing Its Tail
Language has limits
when backed to the wall
Its truth self-defining
by sages et al.
Language deserts us
as meaning retreats
Its light self-diffusing
—when destiny speaks
(Villanova University: January, 2021)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Beautifully written, Kurt. During this pandemic our lives do feel as if we are caged.
Thanks Fred.
'Language deserts us
as meaning retreats
Its light self-diffusing
—when destiny speaks'
damn, what I would give to experience wielding your talent for one day or even one write...
paint me jealous - 'why don cha', from first line to last syllable! lol
what a great write dear Poet, so very insightful, as ever...
Again, you honor me, and I appreciate every word.
Thanks L.B.
Kurt
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