Breakaway

Kurt Philip Behm

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)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 22nd, 2021 12:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Laura🌻.
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Comments2

  • Laura🌻

    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🌻

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Mission accomplished!

    Thanks Laura

    Kurt

    • Laura🌻

      You’re most welcome my dear poet.🤗



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