For Papa
That monster inside us
devouring the past
Our memories hunted
most recent to last
No mercy is shown us
as darkness creeps in
Today and tomorrow
—lost into the wind
(Tribute To Hemingway: January, 2024)
Lakota Buffalo Prayer
Shooting
today
Killing
tomorrow
Targeted
fortune
Lost
—to the wind
(The New Room: January, 2024)
At My Command
Lost within
the writing
Found
with each retelling
The universe
at my command
Time and space
—unveiling
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Very well written. “The universe at my command.” Sounds like a great concept, also like immense responsibility. Thanks, stay safe.
Thanks Rocky
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