Kurt Philip Behm

Too Late For Sorrow (+3)

While bending the rules,

and strattling the line

I pushed every limit,

calling it mine

 

Tearing down fences,

defiantly proud

The direst warnings,

rebutted out loud

 

One last price to pay,

its ticket to stamp

Shadows concealing

my spiritual ramp

 

Each vow that I’ve broken,

those things left undone

The man I became

—a life zero sum

 

(Bryn Mawr College: September, 2020)

 

 

Liftoff

 

Phrases string together,

letters front to back

 

Birds of the same feather,

in each other’s tracks

 

Marching toward transcendence,

words reformed and strong

 

Flocking into unison

—flying into song

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

 

 

Benedictum

 

A Poet’s ink… 

more sacred

than a Martyr’s blood

 

Each word

divinely measured

—all time in glory of

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)

 

 

 

 

Verbal Black Hole

 

Tapping eternity,

time rendered still

 

Back looking forward

—never until

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)