“I don’t splain myself,”
Bill Hickok said
before his Colts went off
A dead man lying
at his feet
—his legend time embossed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
No Answer Required
It was never a question
but just a reminder
a sacrificed memory
of what used to be
(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
Temporal Perspective
Time in degrees,
degrees of time
the horse or the cart,
position sublime
Hours sans minutes,
seconds besieged
mirage of attachment
—horizon to free
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Thought provoking poems.
Three āDreamsleepā standing on their own merits; however, I can see a relatability among the them.
Lauraš»
Written closely together. Thanks Laura.
Kurt
I have to confess that when I read
ā āI donāt splain myself,ā ā the first thing I thought of was a scene from āI Love Lucyā ā¦
āLucy, āsplainā¦ā it did make me laugh, and then I got all serious as Iām reading your amazing poetry.
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