The future hung desperately on to the past,
like a pilot fish to a whale
Swimming through the current of times gone by,
lost moments were impaled
The seconds ticked down, day blacker than night,
intention in denial
As deep in the din, voices cried from within
—eternity on trial
(The New Room: January, 2022)
"Thou Shalt Not Covet..."
Religion
a prison…
to fence and restrain
Spoken
or written…
it tries to contain
What can’t
be conscripted
or coveted pure
The Presence
as given
—freely endures
(The First Book Of Prayers: January, 2022).
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
• “When Time Stopped”
A powerhouse of a poem.
‘like a pilot fish to a whale
Swimming through the current of times gone by,’
A great metaphor that enhanced my read(s).
I read this a few times today. The more I read it, the more I was fascinated by your scripted words.
• ‘ “Thou Shalt Not Covet…’ ”
An exceptional poem with an outstanding ending…
‘The Presence
as given
—freely endures’
Thank you for sharing, my dear Poet.
Laura🌻
My pleasure. Thanks Laura.
You’re most welcome, Kurt.🤗
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