Putting your arm
around the hump
of my sorrow
Embracing the loss
as you reach
through my pain
Saying again
that no words
can bring comfort
Leaving the past
and its language
— profane
*****
Caught In The Maelstrom
Answering
the questions
Questioning
the answers
Caught in the
maelstrom
A prisoner
of time
Looking
before me
Looking
behind me
Each minute
recounted
A moment
— unrhymed
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
Love these Kurt some great images here "Putting your arm around the hump of my sorrow" a wonderful line. A fave
Thanks again.
Most welcome Kurt
Leaving the past is living the present is leaving room for the future. Cool stuff, Kurt🙏🕊️
Thanks again, A.
Most Welcome, K.🕊️🙏
Kurt, what stayed with me most is "Leaving the past / and its language / profane." That turn lands beautifully. It feels like a moment where words finally reach their limit and something deeper takes over. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Exactly. Thanks again.
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