Painting The Wind

Kurt Philip Behm

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)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 14th, 2022 09:02
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  • LaurašŸŒ»

    Dear Kurt,

    A few years ago I was a guest reader at a local elementary school and had the privilege of reading the book ā€œPainting 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.

    LaurašŸŒ»

    P.S.-ā€œChain Gangā€ā€¦spot on!
    ā€¦and yes, the ā€˜rich pull the stringsā€™.
    I wonder what I would do if I were Elon Musk? Just thought Iā€™d share this rhetorical question with you.

  • Bella Shepard

    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!

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Thanks again, Bella. Honored!



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