A country girl
the rarest Pearl
extremes
would beat her drum
The Lone Star state
the Golden Gate
her voice cried out
when sung
Her ball and chain
came down on me
my soul
and spirit stoned
To hear that voice
one last rejoice
forever
— then alone
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
Holding Fast
Someone who died
is not always dead
Their memory alive
when trapped in your head
The parts that still matter
those parts that hold fast
Inside you forever
— the first to the last
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
Only Reflected
Only perfection
endorses perfection
Only itself
intrinsic is known
Only its towering
mount of dominion
Only reflected
— its image is shown
(The New Room: August, 2026)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Three good ones Kurt my fancy today the middle for memories live on and sometimes grow beyond reality. Well written my friend
Thanks, always appreciated.
Most welcome Kurt
Hi Kurt, I really enjoyed these poems. The name Pearl is close to me. With these three poems you've certainly done the name justice.
- Syd 🍄
Thanks Syd. Janis was special.
Kurt, what struck me most here is how each of these says so much with so little. Three very different reflections, yet all of them linger…loss, memory, and perception distilled down to their essence. Really enjoyed this set, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Glad to hear, thanks.
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