The Lights Of The O.R. (+1)

Kurt Philip Behm

Dodging a bullet,

the PET Scan loomed large…

results both good and bad

 

“Nothing today

to worry about,”

but tomorrow left unclad

 

The moment secure,

the future unsure…

prognosis under siege

 

The lights of the O.R.

 calling his name

—with hope the last reprieve

 

(University Of Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

 

 

Truant Verse

 

Finding fault

with a vagrant poem,

its message left unclear

 

Falling short,

while aiming long,

to harken every ear

 

What’s left unsaid,

an unmade bed,

the sheets pulled down and bare

 

The words still truant,

their search goes on

—whose message all to share

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

 

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  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,

    Great postings.
    Both relatable especially
    “The Lights Of The O.R.”
    This one resonates loud and clear.

    Laura🌻

  • Trenz Pruca

    I enjoyed it.



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