On The Wind
Never feeling
more alone
I could taste
the remoteness
As it lingered
on my tongue
Teasing hunger
most tart
Never being
more unknown
The detachment
left my senses
As I drifted
on the wind
Like an echo
— in the dark
**
Ancient Bodies
Fixing
what wasn’t broken
My crusade
soldiered on
Past bodies
killed ancient
On battlefields
— long won
**
Taking My Hand
Where does the moon
try to lead me
that orb of reflection
and light
Taking my hand
its will to command
time ...
— the servant of night
**
New Truth
Skirting the line
of wrong and right
Scaling the cliffs
of darkness and light
Climbing upward
not one look down
Perched and waiting
the truth — unfound
**
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Another set of beautiful bites for a Sunday well written my friend
Again, with thanks.
Always welcome Kurt
Kurt, these hit me hard…there’s a thread running through all of them that feels like searching without resolution. Each piece stands on its own, but together they carry that same quiet tension…moving, but never quite arriving. It lingers. Powerful write,. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks, so glad they worked for you.
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