Kurt Philip Behm

When The Fates Allow

I don’t write Sonnets,

or Limerick verse

I don’t write Haiku,

though often terse

I don’t write Ballads,

or Horacian Odes

I don’t write Parables,

to self-implode

But I do write in Rhythm,

and often in Rhyme

With meaning that’s buried,

and metered in time

All verbal indenture,

I must disavow

For the meaning to rise,

—when the fates allow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)