Do images
free language
or a metaphor
to note
Whose words embrace
unmarried grace
that lives
beyond the rote
Can you espouse
that suitor’s vow
with kindnesses
unsaid
Time’s betrayal
a cuckold’s bond
with prescience
— left unwed
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Language indeed is a complicated thing Kurt. In this case I am not sure if it language is ever faithful it seems to leave its seeds everywhere and seems an open womb for carrying the seed of many foreign strains.
Time, not language, is the great deceiver. Thanks
Indeed it is Kurt I stand corrected You are most corrected
Good write, Kurt. Thoughtful read.
Thanks Jerry, most appreciated.
Kurt, this is beautifully measured. The way you let language hover between promise and absence…especially that sense of time quietly undoing certainty…feels both intimate and philosophical. A resonant piece for sure. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The poignancy of your words always appreciated.
You are most welcome, my friend.
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