Each drawer that I fill,
stores something past
The future spread out
on the bed
As each one closes,
its memories sleep safe
Dreams quilted
and looking ahead
Layered inside
and kept neatly stacked
In silence,
their stories unfold
Each drawer front embossed
with a message they share
“Open Only If Naked Or Cold”
The dresser sits quiet,
its handles untouched
As new history begins
with each write
And construction resumes,
a new dresser is built
To store words yet to clothe
—and delight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
very poetic rendering Kurt
wonderful work.ww
Thanks WW. Merry Christmas!
Kurt
U2 Kurt!
Neat place to store memories. Like the idea. Merry Xhristmas
Thanks. Merry Christmas to you 'A.'
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