Living Unclaimed (+3)

Kurt Philip Behm

Present ordained,

  past—future in shame

 

The Poet and Jester

  as one

 

Living unclaimed,

  free and unnamed

 

Archangel and Devil

  —undone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

Nighttime Has Answered

 

Will the words come,

  will the words go

 

Are they forever,

  how do I know

 

What do I think,

  what do I feel

 

Memory escapes,

  a spoke off the wheel

 

Written in blood,

  spoken in rhyme

 

Forever to echo,

  forever sublime

 

Daffodils scatter,

  a wolf howls at bay

 

Nighttime has answered

   —I kneel and I pray

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

 

My Spirit Set Free

 

Poetry allows me to combine what I think with what I feel.  It lets me drive toward a point while being pointless at the same time.  The beauty of the metaphor masking the philosophical content, pulling the reader in without questioning why.  Both sides of my brain becoming fully engaged—my spirit set free.

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

Hiding From The Light

 

We worship inside the dark rapture

  of our own becoming

 

Hiding from the very light

  —that promises to show us the way

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2019 02:09
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 15
  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments2

  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,

    The words will come because your muses deem it so! The words will forever be because your mighty pen will deem it so. Your words will forever and always be remembered because your readers will deem it so! Forge on with your mighty pen...your readers are awaiting!

    Sempre avanti!

    ~Laura~

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    I will humbly try. Thanks for the powerful words, Laura.

    Kurt

    • Laura🌻

      ...and you WILL succeed, my friend!



    To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.