Try as I might,
to hide from the words
Distant and fleeting,
they still can be heard
The nouns are a kite,
lone verb as the tail
Flying within me,
my heart their contrail
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Deafened To Hear
The ending in sight,
—beginning so near
What’s loosened now tight,
—those deafened to hear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: May 26th, 2017 10:23
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
As are you, Kat, thanks so much!
Love the use of the word contrail, was not in my vocabulary
Thanks, A
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