You till your own garden,
you sow your own seeds
You harvest the memories,
you feast on the breeze
You water those choices,
both made and unmade
Your truth deeply hoed
—veracious to lay
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
Feelings Attack
Pain in the doing,
ease in the writing
Memory calls distant,
words answer back
Time of no meaning,
experience flows
Images resurface
—feelings attack
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: July 14th, 2017 10:22
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments4
Great write
Thanks!
Welcome
Holy cannoli, every time I've read your poems I'm always left speechless! They are so simple and effortless, ever enchanting!
And you are so kind with your words 🙂
Good stuff, once again.
Thank you, Nicholas
Kurt, you put me into a dilemma! Cannot decide which one of the two really great poems here I do like better. I guess I have to take the two-for-one deal!
That's the kind of problem I like, Fred. Thanks for reading both.
Kurt
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