Traveling
alone
indentured
down the river
of time
The current
building
and pushing
me
beyond myself
My oars
are traded
for one last
look
around the bend
The anchor
buried
in tidal sands
of lost
belief
My compass
melted
to pay the
toll
of fates arrival
With rudder
steady
as blind
I rush
— into the falls
(Front & Erie Ave’s: August, 2025)
Final & Ultimate
Time
the ultimate
arbiter
of good and bad
Time
the final judge
and jury
— of right and wrong
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
A sense of being pulled helplessly in the the first poem and the knowledge that time will work out the truth in the end in the second. Very nicely put in poetic form Kurt
Thanks Soren, very kind.
Always most welcome Kurt
Both are excellent, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks, have a great holiday weekend.
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