When I clean out the corners
and smooth off the edges
All muses desert me
— the magic is gone
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The Rapids
Adrift
in the words
Lost
to your smile
Caught
in the rapids
Love’s
— turbulent child
(The New Room: May, 2026)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Well written. You had me thinking once again. Your poems revolve around the tension between creativity and emotional turbulence. In "With The Bathwater," the poet reflects on the loss of inspiration and the emptiness that follows when they try to tidy up their thoughts and feelings. In "The Rapids," the poet seems to describe a feeling of being overwhelmed by love, suggesting that while love can be beautiful, it can also be chaotic and disorienting. Together, these poems explore the complexities of artistic expression and emotional experiences.
So very well said. Thank you.
Kurt, both of these really struck me, my friend…but “With the Bathwater” especially hit home. There’s such truth in the idea that over-polishing can sand away the very thing that made the work alive in the first place. Too true. Beautiful pair of pieces. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Yep, be careful with those rewrites.
Well written Kurt I find that overworking my poems takes their emotion away
Yep, Its a hard earned skill learning when to stop. Thanks as always.
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