Now

Kurt Philip Behm

The history of time

  a moments expanse

 

All memory set free

 —the present entranced

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

 

The Tightening Noose

 

Parents,

 hover over their children

 

Adults,

 smothering their young

 

Choices curtailed,

 freedom spoon fed

 

Gallows

 —for youth to be hung

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

 

Thespian Misstep

 

There are stages you run to,

  and from stages to hide

 

The performance of a lifetime,

  or the shame that will chide

 

There are actors in character,

   and stand-ins on loan

 

One change in direction

  —and all meaning has flown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

Ah Yue Shda

 

A Lakota Sioux Elder

 once prophetically said…

 

 “We will be known forever

   by the tracks we leave behind”

 

That wisdom now marking

 a trail of tears

   —any hope still yet to find

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

 

'S'

 

One letter that follows,

 if added will deem

 

To separate the real 

  from what’s referenced or schemed

 

“Honor from honors,

  Love from loves

 

“Truth from truth’s,

  and Self from selves

 

“God from gods,

  Time from times

 

“Vision from visions,

   and Life from lives”

 

The singular, the plural

 what is, what is not

 

One small trailing letter

 —true meaning leaves off

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 31st, 2019 10:16
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  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,

    Good Morning!🌞
    Two super and honest shares...especially “The Tightening Noose”!
    Raising children is a tough job!

    ~Laura~

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Amen to that—maybe the toughest!

      • Laura🌻

        Yes!
        When raising my two children, I always questioned myself as far ...

        Am I dealing with this the right way?
        Am I being too severe/tough?
        Am I depriving them of the extra social life they want?! etc.

        My husband’s mantra was...
        DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT...
        EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE!

        Well, I did!!

        You get the idea!


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