Kurt Philip Behm

Art\'s Greatest Gift (+1)

The lack of fame

 my spirit free

 

A bird uncaged

 amongst the trees

 

Its weight not lifted

 and never there

 

My breath in sequence

  above the air

 

The lack of fame

 art’s greatest gift

 

My oath to no one

 allegiance kept

 

As thoughts go hither

 and feelings yon

 

My soul untempered

 —my words to song

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

 

 

Yes

 

Waiting for the final ticket out,

 I would write that ending word

 

And bid goodbye to all I’d said

 both ignored—and often heard

 

I asked the conductor about the fare,

 he said “How much can you pay”

 

As I held my pen, three letters  

 came together—so arranged

 

A moment lingered, a lifetime flashed,

 the past and future caught

 

And with voucher punched I climbed aboard

 stamped YES—salvation bought

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)