Kurt Philip Behm

Myself Revealed (+3)

Writing in a vacuum,

the magic seals tight

 

Writing in a vacuum,

no maybe’s or might

 

Writing in a vacuum,

words floating pristine

 

Writing in a vacuum,

nothing fettered between

 

Writing in a vacuum,

no beginning—no end

 

Writing in a vacuum,

no enemies—no friends

 

Writing in a vacuum,

all time is concealed

 

Writing in a vacuum,

myself is revealed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

 

 

Until Then—Nothing Lost

 

A four year medallion

A lifetime of pain

The hours put in

Always fighting the strain

 

One hundredth of a second

Your dream crashes down

The spoils eluded

Someone else with the crown

 

No pictures or news clips

Today come your way

The prize to another

The trophy at bay

 

With pity now over

It’s time to begin

The reward in the training

New words to your hymn

 

So head back to the track

Or your pool or the court

The bar a bit higher

Your coach to retort:

 

“It’s all up to you

As you reweigh the cost

Never quitting—the magic

Until then nothing lost”

 

(Watching The Winter Olympics: February, 2014)

 

 

 

A Falling Tide

 

Our memory—the enemy

Remembering back

To when we were stronger

To when we attacked

But now in our weakness

Remembering when

Our tide was still rising

Our will stronger then

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)  

 

 

A Suture

 

Poetic transfusion,

prose bleeding through

 

Words but a suture

—stitching the truth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)