Moments Left (+3)

Kurt Philip Behm

The Poet’s real enemy

is time

 

Alone to struggle

—moments to rhyme

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

 

Marlais

 

Dying alone on foreign ground,

death gripped his blessed hand

 

Raging hard across the pond,

Manhattan, his last stand

 

An oak to fall on alien soil,

all seeds to heaven thrown

 

His words cast free into the dark,

that ‘Good Night’ now his own

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

'Dylan Marlais Thomas'

 

 

Wasting Time

 

Squandering what you

never had

 

And what you’ll never

—understand

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

 

 

She's Gone

 

Tears from a straw,

heartache from a tumbler

 

Ice from a memory

—fire from my heart

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

 

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 30th, 2020 14:08
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  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,

    • “Moment’s Left”

    So true my dear friend!🤗

    ~Laura~🌻

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Thanks as always, Claudelle.

  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,

    Great poem! Thank you for sharing.

    One of my favorite Dylan Thomas quotes...

    ‘Though lovers be lost,
    love shall not’

    ~Laura~🌻
    P.S.-I like the way you used his middle name for the title of your poem!



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