Wishing in colors
Painting the wind
Singing a fragrance
Sculpting within
Tasting a memory
Touching a dream
Hearing the moment
Feelings redeemed
(Ronald McDonald House: April, 2022)
Chain Gang
Is democracy sinking
into feral autocracy
The billionaire elites
with all the control
Politicians but puppets
where rich pull the strings
The rest of us lost
in deception and whim
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Dear Kurt,
A few years ago I was a guest reader at a local elementary school and had the privilege of reading the book āPainting the Windā by Emily MacLachlan and Patricia MacLachlan.
A wonderful story about a boy who lives on an island. He wants to learn how to paint the wind. He learns by watching what other artists (who come to the island during the summer to paint) are painting.
I love the way you used the five senses to express your thoughts.
Thank you for sharing your pen, my dear Poet.
Lauraš»
P.S.-āChain Gangāā¦spot on!
ā¦and yes, the ārich pull the stringsā.
I wonder what I would do if I were Elon Musk? Just thought Iād share this rhetorical question with you.
Thank you again, Laura.
Dear friend, you make the intangible, tangible, with your beautiful words. My senses come alive. You have contrasted this nicely with the very sad state of our world today. Such is the dilemma of our existence. A great Write!
Thanks again, Bella. Honored!
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