Tempests of
inclemency
Cyclones filled
with pain
Tornadoes come
and go at will
With nothing
to remain
Caught inside
their whirlwind
Whose spin to wreak
and hurl
A demon vortex
roaming wild
Destruction
— to unfurl
(The New Room: April, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
Another good write the rhymes so well in its telling. Tightly woven
Appreciated, thanks.
Excellent write Kurt
TY Tony.
You're welcome
A demon vortex. That phrase alone is worth a thousand images. Wow! This is great Kurt. 🌹👏
Thanks Tristan.
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