Frozen Dreams
Poverty
with a view
Wilderness
in the stew
Icebergs set
aflow
Desolation
row
Every day
a choice
Searching for
that voice
The one
to set me free
And melt
— this frozen dream
*****
This Day Forward
Giving up
on tomorrow
Rechristening
today
The blessings
before me
As presence
they lay
Regret is for
losers
Of which
I’ve been one
But from
this day forward
Today
zero – sum
*****
Door #3
We don’t write
to uncover
what’s right or what’s wrong
We write
to discover
— ourselves
*****
Bottom Line
Writer’s write
as dilettante’s talk
Writer’s write
and poseurs they squawk
Writer’s write
with dandies in tow
Writer’s write
— so others may know
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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This time Kurt I have to go with the first one because the wording made me smile after the buildup the line desolation row brought to line Bob Dylan and the song the simple incongruence of an ice berg and Dylan did it.
Thanks. I grew up on Dylan's words. I still remember my father coming into my room
and grabbing my 45 rpm of 'Like A Rolling Stone' out of my record player and smashing
it on the floor. That cemented my taste in music for the next 60 years.
Most welcome Kurt that must have made quite an impression. My father was very conservative but was very accepting of people and music and that made an impression as well
You had the better father.
Kurt, what a strong set. Door #3 especially landed for me. Those few lines capture something many writers spend pages trying to say. I also appreciated the movement from longing in Frozen Dreams to the resolve of This Day Forward. Concise, thoughtful, and packed with insight. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Your words are of such great value. Thanks so much.
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