Kurt Philip Behm

Hidden Treasure (+1)

The deepest truth lay undiscovered

in the buried words

Like unfound gold existing only

on a pirate’s map

True value in the search required

to seek and grasp

 

Each phrase a burrowing pen

digs into the readers mine

 Fortune concealing veins of discovery

long covered and unknown

Ink running free as the shaft leads inward

—anticipation karat pure

 

(Watching “Hemingway #2: April, 2021)

 

 

 

Zero Degrees Certitude

 

Where you go…

where you’ve been

One port of entry

leads within

Its grand canal

flows North and South

Meridian deep

—to anchor doubt

 

 

(The New Room: April, 2021)

 

 

Leaving Tomorrow

 

Running toward my yesterdays,

the future in pursuit

 

The loosest ends when left undone

—the past my guilt recruits

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)