In the beginning …
the past and future
were orphans
Lost in a silence
unnamed until
spoken
Waiting in anticipation
their birthrights
in limbo
The present expanding
its moment
—christened free
(The New Room: June, 2023)
A L'affut
In rhythms of today
the silence of tomorrow
Where promise lies waiting
—for hope unfulfilled
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
To Astrud
A voice that still haunts me
and lives in my dreams
The first time I saw her
a boy of sixteen
She lived just a mile
from where I am now
A treasure so hidden
to whose memory I bow
The Samba and Rio
she took me along
Yet barely a man
making love to her song
My eyes can still close
and return to that beach
where my heart she first captured
—and never released
(The Day Astrud Gilberto Died: June 5, 2023)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Appreciated, thanks.
An out-and-out love poem! So even the great philosopher can be smitten like a little boy!
55 years later, I still can hear her singing ‘to me.’
🙂
Dear Kurt,
What a great loss!
"The Girl From Ipanema" was recorded by many, but no one sang it like Astrud Gilberto.
A touching tribute for the one you’re remembering and are holding on to the very special memories…
…memories by the sixteen year old whose
“eyes can still close
and return to that beach”
where his “heart she first captured
—and never released”.
Laura🌻
Thanks Laura, she truly was special.
🤗
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