Life abhors a vacuum,
writing hates it too
So many questions, so much space,
meat to fill the stew
Emptiness is calling,
for words to write the wrongs
Where idle minds take up the space
—left vacant for too long
(Austin Park: February, 2021)
Prisoner Of Time
Drifting into the past,
tomorrow slipped further away
Drifting into the past,
my writing had little to say
Drifting into the past,
the moments became moments no more
Drifting into the past
—being no longer certain or sure
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
Akicita
One may lose his honor
—but it can never be taken from him
(Pine Ridge South Dakota: July, 2009)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Always excellent and often profound.
Thank you Trenz.
Great thoughts Kurt. Really like Akicita
Thanks Jerry.
Prisoner of Time sounds like the onset of Alzheimers! Beautiful poetry!
That wasn't my intention but you're right, it does work that way.
Thanks Fred.
so very true dear poet,
our mistakes aplenty, life's liability a certainty and underneath it all certain thread's to truth that hover - offering a gateway to meaningful reality,
only its hard for us to see most times, so we're left searching blindly..
Very insightful as always, thanks.
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