Traces
of the future
that never
touched the past
Brushstrokes
on a saving canvas
coloring
the mask
Emptying
the palette
whose shades fade
into gray
A rainbow
frames
tomorrow’s easel
— pointing out the way
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
A rainbow on tomorrow's easel a promise made that points the way. Past and future only touch in the present. A nicely written gem my friend
Again, many thanks.
Most welcome Kurt
Kurt, this carries a quiet weight that lingers. The palette fading into gray feels like that moment when inspiration slips away…yet the rainbow framing tomorrow’s easel reminds us the colors return. It’s reflective, gentle, and full of quiet hope. Loved this one, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
So glad, thanks.
Most welcome!
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