Once upon a time
the old songs were new
On prairies unplanted
invaders were few
Where rivers rolled onward
no ferries or towns
All riverboat minstrels
new ages impound
The time of the season
unmeasured refrain
And cursed belladonna
tomorrow to reign
As butterfly’s wander
o’er questions unasked
A dark shrouded answer
— the future unmasks
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
How at present we don't know the future or how we affect it. A lovely write with such good rhyme and meter
We do know, and choose to look the other way. Most of the Western World
is in denial. Thanks
Well done. Paints a haunting truth many are in denial of! Well done, Kurt! 🌹👏
Thanks again, TR.
You are welcome, Kurt!
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