The Mountain
looms
and calls your name
To glory
or
perdition
Its summit
has a thousand
fathers
Whose abyss
awaits
— the orphan
(Beartooth Pass: August, 2025)
The Power Of Zen
To carry life’s
complex messages
The structure
must be simple
Like angle iron
at ninety degrees
the weight to never
buckle
A thrusted spear
a hammer punch
direction
short and measured
Effects most dire
with arrows fired
from bows
— most straight delivered
(Chief Joseph Highway: August, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Now this one made me think. The mountain had a cloud surrounding it and since it would not come to Mohamud he had to go to it. Nice one Kurt
Thanks again.
Most welcome Kurt
That line “its summit has a thousand fathers, whose abyss awaits the orphan” really lingers. A chilling contrast that deepens the whole piece. Strong work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🦇🐦⬛
Thanks TR.
You are most welcome Kurt!
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