‘Normalcy’
has its
depression
built in
Mundane
and ill formed
life hiding
from sin
Each day
like the former
unseasoned
and bland
With time
in the freezer
hope frozen
— and canned
(The New Room: April, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments4
The eerie tale of The Stepford Wives dredged up in your title, this charmingly pretty number neither denies nor confirms the chilling association. Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Much appreciation.
Did they add any preservatives? Good write cleverly worded Kurt
They weren’t that smart 🙂
Wonderful poem. "Hope frozen— and canned". Indeed. Love that closing stanza! Again, wonderful job! 🌹👏
Honored, thanks.
You are most welcome.
Excellent write Kurt
Thanks T.
You're welcome
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