Did you try to take it with you,
did you really think you could
Are those moments that you sold for cash,
now spent and gone for good
Did you try to buy forgiveness,
choosing darkness over light
Are your memories long forgotten,
—new horizons barred from sight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Crossover
Writing verse,
my distractions are few
Prose unwritten,
the Muse importunes
Writing in meter,
writing in rhyme
Her blessings upon me,
fortune divine
Spiritual kinship,
rind bearing fruit
The flowers to spray,
the soil to root
Prayers spoken ageless,
footnotes in time
Words crossing over,
—gift so sublime
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: May 24th, 2017 10:35
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
I am feelin you as the pure sweet spring water that flows out the side of a mountain forever providing sustenance.
One of the nicest things ever said about me ....'and in verse.' I'm truly honored.
Kurt
Very Nicely written....Beautifully done
Thanks so much, Jason
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