I think like a Buddhist,
but pray like a nun
I see like the mountain,
but reach like the sun
I stand like Gibraltar,
but rage like the sea
And love like a child,
reborn unto thee
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
His Wishing Well
Always drawn to stronger women,
in a cerebral kind of way
He missed the charm of a softer maiden,
the joy her flowers splayed
He married a woman just like him,
who made life a living hell
To die while dreaming of that one sweet lass,
her heart—his wishing well
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Nicely done. Hugs.
Great to hear from you, A. You made my day!
Kurt
love the simple, non-complexity of this piece. like a ladder ... in descending or ascending order depending on perspective.. great write
Thanks, TR.
Kurt
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