Kurt Philip Behm

True Words (+5)

Once written,

 no longer in need of defense

 

Once spoken,

 no longer in need of repetition

 

Once embraced,

 no longer in need of approval

 

Once answered

  —no longer in need

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

 

 

     Night Guardian

 

A steward of memory

  —the caretaker of dreams

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

 

 

    The Eagle Cries

 

A new American profile

   —the look of fear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

 

       Its Treasure Calls

 

Nostrils fill with wood smoke

   a mountain spewing lies

 

Fifty miles up the trail,

  its legend waves goodbye

 

Lost Dutchman in my memory,

  the map no longer clear

 

While buried deep inside the truth

  —its treasure calling dear

 

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

 

 

    In Print

 

Truth outlasts memory

  —on the printed page

 

(Train to New Hampshire: March, 2014)

 

 

Seasons Flow

 

Blank verse

And blanker memories

My mind shouts

As feelings cry

Blood drains

An artery cut

The seasons flowing

  —stain never to dry

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

 

 

Last Grain

 

The older I get

 the less people to call

 is it by choice

 my spirit’s downfall?

 

The older I get

 the less then to care

 a life once so pointed

 now little to share

 

The older I get

 to never defend

 the ones that stood by me

 the ones I called friends

 

The older I get

 meat gone from the stew

 the faces just names

 of those I once knew

 

The older I get

 doors lock from within

 a constant reminder

 that blaming can sting

 

The older I get

 the less people to call

 no sand in the hourglass

   —last grain set to fall

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2014)