Going Home

Kurt Philip Behm

Not welcoming death

but befriending its shadow

whose blanket I wear

in this carrying wind

 

The brother to life

who spawned all existence

his eyes are my wings

—flying into the night

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 19th, 2022 10:37
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • LaurašŸŒ»

    Kurt.

    ā€¢ ā€œGoing Homeā€ is
    hitting home.
    Certainly not welcoming death at this time, but I do like these scripted words,
    ā€˜but befriending its shadow
    whose blanket I wear
    in this carrying windā€™

    I can almost feel the warmth of that ā€˜blanketā€™.

    Thank you for having masterfully scripted a poem thatā€™s so relatable. Something that only a master of the art can do.

    LaurašŸŒ»




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