Some rocks you don’t turn over
some tales you never tell
Some lights you never throw the switch
—some broth you never chill
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Thank you
absolute Genius, what depth's dear Poet
Brilliant! you must be so pleased
(ahhh! if I had the time
I would outline, each line
and unfurl its depths, read aside
that beguiling title line
at least, what depths I could glimpse)
'Ode to Pandora
-some broth you never chill'
we're accustomed to warmth
and those seemingly abundant
tasty treats of life
we guile away, minutes and days
assumingly little will change
yet
in but a flash, our world is warped
dystopian
and just like, that piping hot
broth
served, just at the right temperature
to warm our very souls
yet, were we
at our tenth outing of that favourited eatery
to take it for granted and let it, seat
ignored, so ignorantly
how harshly different its taste
now, all cold and wasted
an opportunity...)
I'm rushing but something like this
forgive me, each line
deserves, its own SA!
I’m honored again, thanks.
Kurt
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