Kurt Philip Behm

Last Blaze (+3)

The light in the window,

the candle in the hall

 

The torch in the jungle

all beacons that call

 

That voice in the distance,

the one just next door

 

The whisper screams loudest,

when heard from afar

 

That flame that once beckoned,

the one that still shines

 

Those rays reconnected,

new vision sublime

 

To see it and hear it,

to know it once more

 

One spark yet to strike,

—last blaze still to roar

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

 

 

Legacy For Sale

 

Did the choices you made

scatter bodies behind you

 

Did you block out the light

leaving others in the cold        

 

Did you take your half

out of eternity’s middle

 

Did the promises you made

—become the legacy you sold

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

 

 

Last One

 

One last poem in the waning light,

one last poem I’ve yet to write

 

One last poem to end it all,

one last poem the future calls

 

One last poem the past repeats,

one last poem tomorrow speaks

 

One last poem the old renewed,

—one last poem my work is through

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

 

Sacrilege

 

Dreams upon the pyre,

oil of Satan’s lamp

 

Love consumed by fire,

—ashes cold and damp

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)