I Think...(+3)

Kurt Philip Behm

I remember art deco things,

 I remember peaches and wine

 

I remember sirens in the night,

 I remember waving goodbye

 

I remember the boardwalk on a cloudy day,

 I remember an elephant in pink

 

I remember the fire engine returning

 I remember my father—I think

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

    ‘Memories of Margate during the Korean War’

 

 

 

Can You Rage

 

Can you paint the picture

brushless

 

Can you sing the words

while mute

 

Can you dance the lone

fandango

 

Can you rage

—beyond your youth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

 

 

Those Moments

 

Is the end something different

than goodbye

 

Can death extinguish doubt,

beyond all questions why

 

Is the melody in parts,

forever sung in vain

 

Are those moments once infusive

—now breezes through the rain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

 

I'm Gone

 

All those years,

you didn’t hear me

 

All those years,

you seemed so sure

 

All those days,

you laughed it off

 

All those nights,

I wanted more

 

All those lies,

that dug our gravesite

 

All those tears,

with feeling gone

 

Now at last

my closet’s empty

 

Love fell short

—I stayed too long

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 31st, 2019 09:54
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  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,

    The adult remembering the memories of a child is quite an experience!

    ‘I remember my father—I think’

    Was he off to the Korean War?

    During a stopover on our way to Atlantic City, I saw that extraordinary elephant!

    ~Laura~

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Yes, because he was so young at the end of WW2 (he entered
      the Marine Corps at 16), they called him back for Korea.

      My mother and I lived on top of the firehouse in Atlantic City
      where Atlantic and Pacific avenues come together.

      Every time the fire siren went off I would run downstairs to
      watch. It kept me up many nights.

      That Elephant, Lucy, was my favorite. It\\\'s been a restaurant,
      a bed and breakfast, a gift shop etc.

      Great weekend.

      Kurt

      • Laura🌻

        Very interesting, indeed!

        ‘Lucy’ merits another visit...
        Perhaps on a future trip to AC!



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