Retracing my steps …
picking up the pieces
of a misguided past
Cleaning up the memories
that so litter my
attention
Given one more chance
to change
the things I never intended
Given one last chance
to right the wrongs
—of my prodigal ways
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
The Price Of Admission
(if it’s)
Love me …
hate my writing
(or)
Hate me …
love my writing
I can live with the hate
(Rosemont College: March, 2023)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Amen!
(so true wise Poet
another insightful exposition
of our poetic souls)
we surf the backwash of fate
while dogpaddling
what hope fuelled, brooklets
we're afforded in life...
Thank you again.
Kurt
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