Kurt Philip Behm

Tomorrow Ill Promised (+2)

Bubblewrapped children

 disparate hope

 

Spirits in limbo

 shortest of ropes

 

Control and protection

 their meaning belies

 

Tomorrow ill promised

 —eternity cries

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

 

 

New Life

 

Escaping into verse,

  the base of the castle rumbled,

  the ground beneath was shaken

  with new cracks inside its walls

 

Escaping into verse,

  all towering deception crumbled,

  as the self-anointed jumped and fell

  landing prostrate and so small

 

Escaping into verse,

  the mime shouted out enabled,

  his silent thunder raining down

  with a message now to scald

 

Escaping into verse,

  a new steeple built and gabled

  its bell to ring a lyric toll  

    —new life to those recalled

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

 

 

Seraph\'s Delight

 

There’s a voice deep inside me

  still trying to get out

 

Ignoring my pleadings,

  it screams and it shouts

 

Its call is the loudest

  on those darkest of nights

 

When my mind seeks new refuge

  from Seraph’s delight

 

I toss and I turn,

  but it speaks louder still

 

As its words start to age

  from new vision distilled

 

No barter or denial

  will turn back its call

 

The Muse is on fire

  —my pen not to stall

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)