Kurt Philip Behm

The Mirrored Lens (+7)

Epistemic Humility,

the world adjusts its crown

 

Reality filtered through the lens

of who looks, when, and how

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

Joy

 

To children,

time is lost

 

The moment

set free

 

The instant

sublime

 

Joy

—the only cost

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

 

 

Perdita

 

Destiny sold

—eternity lost

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

 

 

This Moment

 

A tumbleweed Poet,

Mariah’s delight

 

The wind for a mistress,

the future in flight

 

A rambling Sage

with a heart full of why

 

Forgetting the past

—this moment defies

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

 

 

Each Day

 

Buying into the future,

without mortgaging the past

 

Each day a new indemnity

—a present made to last

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

 

 

\"No Man Is An Island\"

 

You speak to my spirit with logic,

I answer your mind from my soul

 

With words in two disparate languages,

our discourse to never be whole

 

Your left hemisphere sealed in a vacuum,

when my right hemisphere comes to call

 

Though Donne said, “No Man Is An Island”

—you’re marooned there adrift toward the falls

 

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

Wealth Beyond

 

Richer than a platinum mountain,

more wealthy than a Sheik

 

The words I’m gifted lie bejeweled,

a fortune by their weight

 

No King or Titan, Earl endowed,

could match my treasured chest

 

Each word an ingot, phrase a bar

—my verse the Lord’s bequest

 

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

X-communicado

 

Suicide,

the death of the self

 

Consciousness martyred

—bathwater damned

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)