Kurt Philip Behm

A Write To The End (+2)

A Big Wave Poem,

—it breaks off the page

 

And swells in your memory,

now hollow with rage

 

Its blank pages churning,

new sounds fill the air

 

Deep ink you are coursing,

as breathless you dare

 

Its words a tsunami,

they tumble and maul

 

Crushing all but the fearless,

watching consonants fall

 

Tightly closed up inside,

you compress for the light

 

And hope at the end,

you are saved in the fight

 

When giant verse calls,

hope and fear you befriend

 

Your line now committed,

—a write to the end

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

 

 

Light Or Chains

 

Truth shows no favorites,

all lies judged the same

 

Freedom or prison,

—its light or its chains

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

 

 

 

The Feast

 

Thoughts carried to term,

new words to instill

 

A message is born,

an infant of will

 

Its father coarse logic,

its mother the wind

 

Together they coupled,

a marriage within

 

Their family heraldic,

with pedigree firm

 

As libraries tremble,

and sages relearn

 

All time on the table,

last lie from the beast

 

This moment a knife,

past—future the feast

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)