Keeping
memories close
pushing
people away
I live in
the safety
of what’s held
at bay
Trading
the future
retreading
the past
Living
nostalgic
for what
cannot last
Each
invitation
each corner
unturned
Calls to me
distant
calls to me
spurned
But I keep
on running
retracing
old steps
As voices
still follow
in search
— of me yet
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
Water Into Wine — Ink Into Rhyme
Writers write
everyone else
— just talks
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
Another well written poem of a trait too common amongst us. Nicely done Kurt
And I thank you again.
My pleasure Kurt
A lovely write of something that should be familier to many, enjoyed the read
Thanks again, PL.
You are very welcome
Excellent write Kurt
Thanks Tony.
You're welcome
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