Behind The Gate

Kurt Philip Behm

Living a life of isolation…

writing became my friend

Celebrating the day’s events,

fresh names inside my pen

 

Though others think me lonely,

the truth is far from that

Comrades made with each new word,

in fiction and in fact

 

But only to a writer

will these thoughts resonate

With voices calling from beyond,

I often can’t abate

 

And when my world goes silent,

I open once again

An authored book, a friend for life

—my soulmate till the end.

 

(Beaupre: February, 2021)

 

 

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  • Doggerel Dave

    Thanks for that Kurt - I really enjoy solitude for for vast amounts of time (retirement was a great relief).
    This describes my situation almost in it's entirety.

  • heatherbee

    Love this.

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Thanks so much.

  • L. B. Mek

    these two stanzas below, are a worthy epitaph for any scribbler, at any time: whose passion for life is immortalised within inked words:
    'Though others think me lonely,
    the truth is far from that
    Comrades made with each new word,
    in fiction and in fact'

    'And when my world goes silent,
    I open once again
    An authored book, a friend for life
    —my soulmate till the end.'...
    in the words of Voltaire:
    'I salute you
    in the name of the Alphabet!'

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks LB, again I'm honored you mention me in that company.

    • FredPeyer

      A very true and moving poem, Kurt. All we need are words, and sometimes the best place to find them is in solitude.



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