Eternally poetic,
terminally bound
Musing uncourted
—death for a crown
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
Dogma Incarnate
Religion in practice…
arms length from God
Close enough to see,
never to touch
Single lens focus,
vision for sale
Dogma as deity
—conscription at birth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Hidden Embers
To hide yourself in public,
and turn your back on fame
Choosing thence to be alone
—the fire without the flame
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
Welsh Leftovers
I swallowed hard the feelings scorned,
to finish off my plate
But filled I was in sated form
a glutton postulate
I bit off more than I could chew,
with meat still on the bone
My stomach full of fiery barbs
—leftovers unatoned
(Villanova University: January, 2020)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: January 22nd, 2020 09:31
- Category: Unclassified
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