Verbal Foundlings
Free or blank
tomato
tomatto
Without rhyme’s link
there’s no
bravado
The verse left orphaned
all kinship
spurned
As unconnected
words crash
— and burn
(The New Room: July, 2024)
Death Grip
The tighter
we hold on
The faster
— it slips away
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Now Is Now
Freedom in the moment
the past is the past
Throwing off chains
— tomorrow recast
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
Reaching Back
Closer in the distance
than what endears my touch
I focus on your memory
— reclaimed in fated lust
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Indeed they are short but polished sound bites. Each in its own way a pearl of wisdom. The first so applicable to this site.
Robert Frost once said: "Poetry without rhyme is like playing tennis without'
a net."
Thanks so much.
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