Kurt Philip Behm

My Soul Elektric

Each Poem wrought,

another day of

freedom bought

 

Each verse proclaimed,

one more abandoned

night renamed

 

Each line unleashed,

new light is shown,

old shadows hide

 

Each word I speak,

my soul elektric

—truth alive

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

All Heaven In Sight

 

As a writer,

I create my own freedom

 

And as a writer,

I invent my own friends

 

As a writer,

I espouse my own truth

 

And as a writer,

my will never bends

 

As a writer,

I travel the world

 

And as a writer,

that journey’s within

 

As a writer,

I dive for more pearls

 

And as a writer,

each moment begins

 

As a writer,

the moon rises at dawn

 

And as a writer,

the sun burns through the night

 

As a writer,

my words play immortal

 

And as a writer

—all heaven in sight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

 

 

Big Picture Tease

 

Bogged down in the details,

truth is undone

 

Swimming through the corn flakes,

milk overruns

 

Looking at the forest,

seeing just trees

 

Life micromanaged

—big picture tease

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)