Truth stays
naïve
As reality
profanes
The price of
fidelity
Unpaid
till inflamed
Truth often
hides
With its head
in the sand
Until forced
into play
A new crisis
— at hand
(The New Room: August, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
If Pontius Pilate was around today he'd probably ask where is?
Instead of what is.
... and then go wash his hands 🙂
Ha!
Your poems are always thought provoking and that is why I love them beside their being well written. So much in so few words.
You're one of the reasons I keep writing.
Thanks Soren.
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