My Own Betrayal (+1) Poem, by Kurt Philip Behm, at My poetic side

My voice is explicit…

“You will never know me”

But each word is my Judas

—exposed and defined

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Calling Me Near

With time,

the beginning gets close to the end

With time,

I no longer need to pretend

With time,

the feelings stand on their own

With time,

the reasons are best left alone

With time,

the music alone mine to play

With time,

the words free to go or to stay

With time,
the memories no longer a wish

With time,

all longing wrapped up in one kiss

With time,

I revisit those things I thought lost

With time,

I re-ember the long winter frost

With time,

I let go of the doubt and the fear

With time I embrace

—as your voice calls me near

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

PotbellyPleb February 5th, 2020 22:33
I really like this, especially the opening verses. It actually requires thought! Splendid!
Kurt Philip Behm February 6th, 2020 10:59
That's the goal, thanks.

Kurt

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