Is remembrance now a hidden tenant,
that lives throughout your home
Does it lurk in every corner,
to come out when you’re alone
Is the voice heard down a distant hall,
a lost child once left about
Does that face now staring through the dark,
draw you in—or turn you out
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Flowing Through
Does your writing leave room
for intrusion
With spaces for listeners
to crawl in
Are your words like a sponge
that the reader can drain
Your verses to flow through
them again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Sutured Infirmity
Gripping the meteor,
both hands for dear life
Expelling, compelling,
less heat and more light
Afraid to let go,
knowing what it will mean
My pen to go dry
—my heart not to bleed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Zero-Sum Enigma
Is honor sum total,
or dolled out by degree
Can it live through confusion,
and your failings to be
Are those moments of weakness,
made up when you strive
To become more than just living,
eternal—alive
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: September 19th, 2019 07:30
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 24
- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
Comments2
Nicely poemed.... remembrance must be sacrosanct ... surely...
Amen, and thank you!
pleasure & truly..
Kurt,
You are consistent with your writing...SUPER!
‘Remembrance’ can be a double-edged-sword!
That double-edge can
‘draw you in—or turn you out’...
~Laura~🌻
Thanks, as always.
My pleasure!😊
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