Its Orphans Dead Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Its Orphans Dead



The future blocked,
by words unsaid

The pasture torn,
its furrows bled

The future blocked,
by words unsaid

The present cries
—its orphans dead

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December,2016)

Saturday, December 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: time
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Brookes 17 December 2016

Great piece of writing. Very powerful words my friend there is a despair, there is hope, well just my interpretation thanks Andy

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