Clothed In Prison (+4)

Kurt Philip Behm

The Emperor jailed in wishful thinking,

 where only he could be

 

As I escape inside myself

—a prisoner running free

 

 (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

 

Heavens To Own

 

Some will tell,

others describe

 

Feelings of bliss,

hearts that decry

 

Phrases bring life,

to words once alone

 

With meanings immortal

 —heavens to own

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

 

Fill In The Blank

 

My truth

             —the words

 

Your truth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

 

Drawers Of My Memory

 

Each drawer that I fill,

stores something past

 

The future spread out

on the bed

 

As each one closes,

its memories sleep safe

 

Dreams quilted,

and looking ahead

 

Layered inside,

and kept neatly stacked

 

In silence,

their stories unfold

 

Each drawer front embossed,

with a message they share

 

“Open Only If Naked Or Cold”

 

The dresser sits quiet,

its handles untouched

 

As new history begins

with each write

 

And construction resumes,

a new dresser is built

 

To store words that have yet

to take flight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

 

Harvest Of Light

 

Words are a garden

where Poets can grow

 

Each verse a thesaurus

of phrases to know

 

A greenhouse of riches

a potters delight

 

A bounty of wisdom

—a harvest of light

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 25th, 2019 11:00
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  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,

    • “Fill In The Blank”
    ‘My truth
    —the words

    Your truth’
    —the deeds

    ~Laura~



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