Denying the soul…
all words are in vain
a verbal inherence
—spirit proclaims
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Deeper Roots
To bloom
where you’re planted
Flower
on the sill
Magic
with each budding
Forever
—and until
(The New Room: October, 2021)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: October 10th, 2021 14:45
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Comments2
we spend so much time, contemplating
and trying to conceive, the 'who'
of 'what' we want out of life, lost
in our choices, spoilt
while assuming the role of victim,
when in actuality
its more than likely, 'who' we are
was evident from childhood
and we've been working towards becoming and realising, that reality
all long..
but, we don't like
incorporating the simplicity of Nature's guidance
we want to make it all a journey, dwelling
on questions we've long since answered
choosing to ask for ever-more, futile demonstrations
of proof, fate - hope?
'Deeper Roots
To bloom
where you’re planted
Flower
on the sill'..
we arrived into this world, with all the tools necessary
to achieve,
what we can conceive, enough of:
to dream...
(this is your Poetry, at its most subtly Profound
and accessibly relatable,
thanks for choosing to share, dear Poet)..
humbly, I read and learn
And for that I am very thankful...
Kurt
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