Rushing waters,
bleeding hearts
Autumn winds,
the past departs
Voices silenced,
the coming rain
Ice forming
—to freeze the pain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
The Devil's Smile
A pat on the back,
smoke up the rear
Shake with both hands
—perdition is near
(Dreamsleep: August, 2019)
To Rebegin
As you age and days get shorter,
do you reach out for the source
Whether family, friends, or lover,
is the pull a constant force
Is the attraction of returning,
going home to shed your sins
The final stage in your progression
—to refresh and rebegin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Past That Place
If words were notes upon a score,
would the melody play beyond…
Each phrase a chord, each line a hymn,
each paragraph a song
If words could sing harmonic,
as their letters drift away
Would music take you past that place
—words now force you to stay
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Verdad!
Kurt,
I enjoyed these postings!
As I was reading them, I felt a connection among them...
•Moral...
repentance...
•and then...
‘refresh and rebegin’
I’m working on the music!😉
~Laura~
We all are!
🤗
Have a great Sunday!
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