Told over and over,
the lie became true
As memory inverted,
the falsehood imbued
My cornerstone crumbling,
sticks piled with straw
A last self-deception
—the fantasy law
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
On Faith Alone
While hidden deep from nature’s wrath,
waiting in disguise
Below the ground a season born,
its birthright undenied
As winter trees now bare their souls,
whose limbs reach out in pain
Tomorrow the most promised wish
—till spring comes back again
(The New Room: February, 2021)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments4
If you are talking about the man with the yellow hair, I fully agree!!!
Wonderful piece 🌹
Thanks so much.
Nice work Kurt.
Appreciated Jerry.
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