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)
- Published: March 28th, 2022 09:58
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 16
Comments4
this is a really moving poem. Great job Kurt! Always enjoy reading your poems.
... and it's always great to hear your comments.
Thanks Christina
Kurt
I really love this poem Mr. Behm. It is really touching. Good job!!
Thanks so much, Joan.
Kurt
Great imagery and I love this sensation your poem is giving me.
Thanks Rocky. Mission accomplished!
Kurt
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