I look upon the angry ice
and men that prowl its form
to stab and poke in rich delight
a chance to ride the storm
With blades on fire and sticks held high
they weave and crash as one
in search of that elusive net
—still guarded and unwon
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Glad to see your ‘Dreamsleep’ post.
After reading your written words,
‘to stab and poke in rich delight
a chance to ride the storm’
‘in search of that elusive net
—still guarded and unwon’,
I sensed a certain familiarity while reading the words. I read them more than once…
and that sense of familiarity got stronger.
Laura🌻
Mission accomplished!
Thanks Laura
Kurt
You’re most welcome my dear poet.🤗
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