Kurt Philip Behm

A Voice Now Gone (+4)

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)    

 

 

 

                                                         

 

Comments3

  • anonymousblue

    A compact, tense thriller of a poem. Great.

  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,

    Wow...
    Glad to wake up from that nightmare!

    ~Laura~🌻

  • FredPeyer

    That first one packs a punch! It drew me in. The second one I like a lot.



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