The power of poetry
the world is our Muse
No part unimportant
no win and no lose
Alive and unending
she waits to be born
Inside what we’ve written
with joy — and forlorn
From Everest to Mariannas
her messages lie
Above and below us
to welcome inside
Reborn with each musing
her power to save
inside every passage
— from birth to the grave
(The New Room: September, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Indeed the world and nature serve as a muse for me constantly my friend. Very nicely put
I always appreciate your reading ...
Your poems are most appreciated as well Kurt
Kurt, I really liked this...that sense that poetry can find its way into almost anything feels very true to me. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks TR.
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