Her hair blown free,
with eyes ablaze
She walked toward me,
through morning haze
Her steps unmeasured,
her cutoffs tight
Eyes palest blue,
the lightest light
Would I speak first,
would she respond
In ten more seconds,
her image gone
Our shoulders brush,
she passes by
My arm goes numb,
my heart on fire
I had no choice,
I’d lost control
My breathing stopped,
I’d play the fool
And looking back,
all fear defied
An all-star waited
—her ‘Chucks’ untied
(State College Pennsylvania: June, 1969)
Forever Alive
Fighting against you, attacking with words,
hatred my weapon inscribed
Fountains of blood each chapter exudes,
keeping you distant—forever alive
(Penn Medicine Radnor: April, 2020)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: April 10th, 2020 10:36
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
Comments2
Kurt,
Wow 🤩...loved it!
What a wonderful read.
Ahhh...the magical ‘Chucks’!
I had to take a long deep breath after reading your intoxicating poem.
~Laura~🌻
True story 🙂
I had a strong feeling that it was!😉
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