Storm Seed (+1)

Kurt Philip Behm

My slanguage

keeps the fire hot

my feet against the coals

 

My slanguage

what the critics hate

new venom to extol

 

My slanguage

whether read or sung

its message still the same

 

My slanguage

seeding my rebirth

— lost within the rain

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)

 

 

Wind Blown Sand

 

Time ...

the enigmatic

trap

 we’re all caught within

 

(The New Room: November, 2024)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 22nd, 2024 09:38
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Tony36

    Excellent write Kurt

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks Tony, appreciated.

      • Tony36

        You're welcome

      • Jerry Reynolds

        A fine pair of poems, Kurt



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