Song Of The Swans

Kurt Philip Behm

The world has forever

outgrown itself,

its pants no longer fit

 

The cuffs too short,

the waist too tight,

its inseam worn and ripped

 

The fabric that

it used to grow,

lay barren in the field

 

The magic that

it used to show,

a sleight of hand reveal

 

The world has forever

outgrown itself,

its future running out

 

The earth exposed,

the sky on fire

—all life but hand to mouth

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 28th, 2022 09:58
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • Christina8

    this is a really moving poem. Great job Kurt! Always enjoy reading your poems.

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      ... and it's always great to hear your comments.

      Thanks Christina

      Kurt

    • Kinsey Peterson

      I really love this poem Mr. Behm. It is really touching. Good job!!

    • Rocky Lagou

      Great imagery and I love this sensation your poem is giving me.

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks Rocky. Mission accomplished!

      Kurt



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