For a mountain to be high,
a valley must be low
But inherent in both,
one truth is to grow
Dimensions and colors
and polar extremes
Self-serving the obvious
—while missing the dream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
Laura's Captive
Fifty years a poet
More than that a man
My spirit held in ransom
Laura’s captive once again
Fifty years a poet
And all those years a boy
The written word a treasured gift
—my soul’s most precious toy
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Darkness All I See
What’s left of my remembrance,
now all that stokes the fire
What embered in the springtime,
the winter does expire
To douse not once but then again,
that spark which set me free
My wood left burnt with forest bare
—and darkness all I see
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Channeling A Melody
As the music inflates,
like a David Bowie video
My voice is set free
for the words to diffuse
Floating above the unwritten verse
like steam escaping
And drifting free as the
pressure expands
It cries out the release of a
lyric unsung
Channeling a melody
—neither future nor past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Yet To Plow
Don’t wait for that perfect poem
to appear
It lives in the seeds of your
imperfection
Waiting for new furrows of wonder
and strife
To flower in soil you have yet
to plow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
It's Harder
It’s harder to lie in verse or a poem,
than it is with dialog or prose
It’s harder to bend the truth over a feeling,
than around what you or someone else knows
It’s harder to feign an eruption of light,
or the isolation of being alone in the dark
It’s harder to mislead with words formed in your soul,
than with tomes that were written to outsmart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
The Difference Within
The universe orders
the questions and answers
Eternity caught
—within their difference
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: May 9th, 2019 10:36
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Kurt,
Intriguing, captivating, and a delight to read and inhale the breath of your poems...oxygen for the soul!
Your ‘written word a treasured gift’!
~Laura~
I don't deserve it, but I treasure every one of your comments.
No one 'gets me' like you do. Thanks again, Laura.
Kurt
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