Those Few
Everyone
is born unique
But many die
as clones
Lost of promise
Grace endowed
With joy bereft
a drone
Everyone
His image shared
Till falling
from the Light
Beatific
Vision lost
Alone
— to face the night
(The First Book Of Prayers: February, 2026)
From The Maelstrom
We are
separate
We are
distant
We are
many
— we are one
From the
cities
From the
country
From the
maelstrom
— we become
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
So Close And Yet ...
Feasting on the
lettered law
Abandoning
its spirit
Crippled by
the sanctioned rules
Afar
— when we’re so near it
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
In The Offing
Poetry
is the weight training
of writers
Building new couplets
each musing
reweighted
Lactic
endowment
new pain in old phrasings
Success
in the offing
— as writing expands
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
These speak to a tension I know well…between unity and fracture, letter and spirit, growth and loss. Well done on these poems, my friend.. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
So glad, thanks.
Most welcome.
So close but yet got to me Kurt. A bunch of good ones
A favorite for me too, thanks.
Welcome Kurt
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