Ashes Bemired Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Ashes Bemired
The Poet dilettante, pretty words,
—not much else
Your world falls apart, head buried,
darkness felt
Shangi-la's luxury, your dreams
can't afford
Rome's pillars under siege, strong words
must accord
Through hundreds of millenia what has been
learned
"Freedom is won by blood when all cowardice
spurned"
Unwilling to fight the enemies fire
with fire
Your good intentions to burn,
—your ashes bemired
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2017)
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4/23/2024 6:00:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
So your poem centers around this quote: Freedom is won by blood when all cowardice spurned So who are the characters in your poem. To whom is the speaker accusing of being a clueless poet with all pretty words and no action- ashes in mud? Must we fight fire with fire every time? Provocative writing.