Kurt Philip Behm

Transformed Divine (+3)

 Reading for inspiration

  and not for fact

 

The words paint a picture

  in my mind

 

Like dominoes falling

  one by one

 

They rise from the page

  to remind

 

My fingers enliven

  and start to draw

 

A vivid story

  new image sublime

 

All colors reborn,

  as each word is set free

 

The ink now transformed

  —and divine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

Until It Will

 

It isn’t…

  until it is

 

It wasn’t…

  until it was

 

It shouldn’t be…

  until it should

 

It won’t be…

  —until it will

 

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

 

\'At Bay\'

 

Start looking outside your frame of reference

  for that which stands you alone

 

Stop longing for praise or high endorsement

  things only borrowed or loaned

 

Start feeling those words you preach unto others

   no longer idling yourself away

 

Stop blaming the time and the message it brings

  —for those excuses that keep you ‘at bay’

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

The Choice

 

Poetry or Prose

  its hand reaches outward

 

A fist or a backslap

 —composure or blood

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)