Kurt Philip Behm

Heaven Waits (Blues Poem #15) +5

Counting spaces between the notes,

the music came alive

 

The melody deepened, the band on fire,

all bees have left the hive

 

Breathing in one fast refrain,

my lungs too full to stop

 

An Angel melts his pearl baton,

the Sirens blazing hot

 

New sounds created, harp destroyed,

the clouds all push apart

 

As heaven waits for one last riff,

—to claim my beating heart

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

 

 

Bartered Youth

 

Hosting my own cocktail party,

I feel as when a child

 

Looking up, again I’m lost,

among adults wearing smiles

 

I pour the drinks and carry trays,

and laugh at the right times

 

But still feel small and unattached

—my bartered youth in mime

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

 

The Charm

 

With no respect for labels,

dead branches on a tree

 

Refusing thrice to do the dance,

a worthless reverie

 

Rejecting their consensus,

all singing to the choir

 

Each word anew I write in blood

—whose truth I do aspire

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

 

 

The Moment On Fire

 

Anticipation,

the moment is near

 

Wishes have settled

—all vision is clear

 

Anticipation,

your truth ever glows

 

To light with desire

—this present unknown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

 

The Gift

 

It’s not the money,

and it’s not the fame

 

The great gift of life

—is life

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

 

Freedom Calls

 

Last thing to hold on to

Last thing to belong to

Frayed lifeline to the temple

—clogged artery that slows

 

Last thing to hold on to

Last thing to belong to

As wings expand, freedom calls

—finally letting go

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)