A Poet who writes his name in ink
and screams his name in blood
Tomorrow will hear what his wounds make clear
—to die in glory of
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt
Wow…a very powerful ‘Dreamsleep’.
A poet’s sacrifices will not be in vain. Their poems will live and keep them alive…they will never die. Once their seeds are planted, they will germinate and continue to grow. We will remember their bravery.
Thank you for sharing, my dear Poet.
Laura🌻
Thank you, Laura.
that's a brave poet, indeed
nor a mere wannabe, like I
(my words
like most of us, I fear
are diluted in ink
one shade of me, the rest
of those dreams I wish
to sift, free
from my confused, enjambment
scribbles..)
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
Thanks LB.
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