Does your past
inhibit the meaning
Does a smile work
to cover your pain
Does today lie in wait
for tomorrow
Your messages cleft,
forever the same
Do you write before feelings
have woken
The letters pretty, in cursive
review
When your words leave the pulpit
unspoken
Do you retreat to the very
last pew
Taking refuge,
as twilight approaches
All windows shuttered,
any truth to mime
Those orphaned moments
to hold you captive
And a victim
—the prisoner of time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Lost Swans
Apollo en garde,
my prose to re-verse
Where Swans freely play
—the Raven in search
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Unholy End
Religion is a license
—whose fee is death
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Glad to see your writing posted.
All truths spoken with your mighty pen; especially, ‘Prisoner Of Time’! That speaks to me the loudest! Thank you for sharing.
~Laura~🌻
Thanks
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