Deep In The Heartache (+5)

Kurt Philip Behm

Staying up for three days

inside of one night,

the walls come crashing in

 

Compression imploding,

my mind exploding,

all memory suffering

 

Each hour like three,

as day becomes night,

the reaper at the door

 

Waist deep in the heartache,

his presence a warning

—my exit unsecure

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

First Poem

 

One brisk Saturday morn,

I left the house with glee

 

To find myself within the woods,

in perfect harmony

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: May, 1959)

Miss Annette’s 5th Grade Class

St Thomas Of Villanova Grade School

 

 

Safe Harbor

 

Leaving behind excuses,

the reasons close at hand

 

No longer distracted by the ism’s of truth,

or what protocol demands

 

Living outside the fences,

no longer looking in

 

The horizon waiting as my dreams set sail

—safe harbor there within

 

(Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020)

 

 

Those Things

 

To doubt what you doubt,

but know what you know

 

The difference inherent,

its fire aglow

 

To wish what you wish for,

but feel what you feel

 

Knowing and feeling

—those things that are real

 

(Villanova University: February, 2020)

 

 

Spoken Wings

 

Saying goodbye,

demanding a kiss,

I set the letters free

 

To romp and play,

and ferry away,

 impossibility

 

Calling their names,

a farewell to arms,

 on spoken wings they go

 

Fond memory smiles

to last the while

—the future theirs to know

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

 

 

Before

 

True poets are poets

before picking up a pen

 

True poets are poets

before opening their mouths

 

True poets are poets

before their words are enshrined

 

True poets are poets

before…

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

 

 

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 25th, 2020 09:27
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