Don’t make the time,
take the time
—life inside the difference
(Warsaw: March, 2022)
...but not forgotten
Locked behind the doors of my heart,
good wishes sleep unsaid
Whose key I’ve lost and yet to find
…this lonely empty bed
With dreams undreamt and vacant nights,
the hours linger on
All hopes and tidings unfulfilled
—and feelings all but gone
(Warsaw: March, 2022)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: March 1st, 2022 12:24
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 29
- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻, Aias
Comments7
Kurt,
I can envision you taking ‘the time’…
sort of ‘taking the bull by the horn’.
Thank you for sharing these telling three lines.
Laura🌻
Thanks
You’re most welcome.🤗
I’ve been giving this post a lot of thought.
And this thought is flooding my mind…
‘take the time to make the time’
Yes! I feel like there's no such thing as "the right time." The right time is when we decide to do something. Great poem!
Thanks Rocky
I'm 'making the time' to say 'good write' K.!
Thanks
Thanks
Well written, Kurt.
Thanks Jerry!
Kurt,
“…but not forgotten”
Wow…so powerful and heart-rending.
Your scripted words have deeply touched my heart with tears in my eyes.
Laura🌻
Thank you.
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