Kurt Philip Behm

Twin Monarchs (+2)

If

number

is the ruler

of form

 

Then

beauty

the true empress

of love

 

(To Pythagoras: March, 2021)

 

 

Meta-Chrysalis

 

To become what you look at,

to say what you know

 

Your eyes to retract,

your wisdom to grow

 

To live by a credo,

to die only once

 

Your soul to take flight

—your spirit to hunt

 

(Martha Browns Woods: March, 2021)

 

 

 

Soul Surfer

 

What is a poem,

be it long or then short

 

When in service to others,

to agree and consort

 

And be it objective,

to run with the pack

 

Its identity loosened,

its rope to go slack

 

What is a poem,

when written to please

 

Each word second-guessed,

each phrase to appease

 

The critic, the pundit,

the dilettante sure

 

Your blood for their letting

—your words but a score

 

(The New Room: March, 2021)