A Last Dance (+1)

Kurt Philip Behm

How looks my love at dawn

in Spring

the air a festive vase

of hope

to lord each sprout of truth

with praise

and sing what only birds

announce

 

Her steps become a

garden path

her breath a fragrance

o’er the hills

to dance with future,

present, past

and spin each partner

—time undone

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

 

 

 

Leading The Blind

 

Charted lanes of custom,

 complacency alights

familiarity trumping all

—mindless in the night

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 29th, 2021 12:43
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,

    Wow…I love this one very, very much!

    Thank you for sharing this divine poem.

    Laura🌻

  • L. B. Mek

    'Her steps become a
    garden path
    her breath a fragrance
    o’er the hills
    to dance with future,
    present, past
    and spin each partner
    —time undone'..
    if only, it was that easy
    but still
    what a beautiful image, to ponder
    and wish for, my friend

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Again, I thank you.



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