The night a killer with retinas that burn,
all verses running mad
Fists of silence coming out of the dark,
opening up to grab
Fingers choking the last vocal chord,
strangulation by command
The quiet finality of a voice now gone
—gripped in my own hands
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Three Faces Of I
I chased my selves
down the hallway tonight,
and called them both by name
They stopped and wavered
before looking away,
turning their backs again
Subliminal
gravity captured the space,
attraction thrice denied
The fusion once splintered
reuniting itself,
me, myself—and I
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Mount Rushmore Afternoon
Editing Poetry...
which face comes off the mountain
(Keystone South Dakota:August, 2013)
Heaven's Ear
When the spirit listens
—the heart forgives
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2011)
Thunder—Never Rain
Logic will never explain the Spirit,
its reasoning is vain
Metaphysics without transcendence,
all thunder—never rain
Ontology dismissing love,
a life of death and pain
Lusting for what we’ll never have
—hating what we can’t explain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
A compact, tense thriller of a poem. Great.
Thanks so much!
Kurt,
Wow...
Glad to wake up from that nightmare!
~Laura~🌻
🙂
That first one packs a punch! It drew me in. The second one I like a lot.
Thanks Fred
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