The cold dripping silence,
day after day…
Washes the future,
past floating away
Drop by drop,
filling up with regret
Drowning the moment
—caught in its net
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
More Precious Than Gold
The script of experience,
endorsing our wills
banking our choices,
paying our bills
Crediting our memory
for what lies ahead
debentures of faith
the black and the red
A ledger retallied,
both columns in sync
the plus and the minus,
indelible ink
Its summary left open,
all errors erased
with loans to push forward
—new funding in place
(Rosemont College: December, 2021)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Wow! I can feel this!
Perfect!
Mission accomplished.
Thanks Danica
'Waiting for an Echo
More Precious Than Gold:
The script of experience'
these lines: aligned on a page
just stumped me - frozen-still
for a good minute!
seriously, such a privilege
to read your work, Kurt
'I read and learn' thank you!
Thanks so much, LB.
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