Alone (+5)

Kurt Philip Behm

I pointed my nose into the wind,

my eyes along the skyline

 

Waiting for a signal,

the past to throw a bone

 

I placed my ear unto the ground,

listening for redemption

 

Tasting all the empty years,

bereft of touch—alone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

 

 

Breaking Through

 

An unbridled affection for writing,

an unfettered attempt at the truth

 

An unbending rebut of excuses

—a Sage lost in the promise of youth

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2017)

 

 

The Pigeon's Hole

 

Science lays the trap,

enlightenment the bait

 

Tempting with its lies

—eternity a date

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

 

 

Albert's Folly

 

Particles in the void,

memories in the stream

 

Lovers in the mist

—time caught inbetween

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

 

 

 

Grains Of Time

 

A gold mine under a closed saloon,

empty bottle on the bar

 

While we wait and while we hope,

old memories travel far

 

Its sidewalks float with the summer rain,

nuggets rising through the sand

 

What was once will be again

—each grain of time at hand

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

 

 

The Numbers Fail

 

In Newtonian Mechanics,

the future is the past

 

What lags behind, what sits ahead,

the Jester only laughs

 

A one for one relation,

its truth in bas-relief

 

The numbers hail, the numbers fail

—empirical deceit

 

(Villanova University: January, 2020)  

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 21st, 2020 09:21
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