Once was a time
I was young enough,
to know and feel the truth
But the years laid claim
to my memory,
and the seeds to every fruit
Today is but folly,
tomorrow a fool,
the past like fine wine ages true
Where a nightingale sings
in my dreams unrestrained
—that song of myself ever new
(The New Room: November, 2020)
Final Call
Punching in the numbers
on the celestial dial tone
Eternity became toll free
—its area code my own
(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
Road Kill
Death failed to show up for work one day,
the clock remained unpunched
Hospital’s waiting, graveyards on call,
all coroner’s out to lunch
Death took a holiday without checking in,
the pecking order stunned
Like a deer on the highway, all headlights turned off
—awaiting what’s to come
(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Wistful and charming thank you Kurt this stanza "... Today is but folly,
tomorrow a fool,
the past like fine wine ages true..."
Made me laugh out loud. You've penned a fine tribute to the perishable faculties we enjoyed....
When was that....
J
Thanks J... The ever changing confusing nature of time.
Kurt
'Today is but folly,
tomorrow a fool,
the past like fine wine ages true
Where a nightingale sings
in my dreams unrestrained
—that song of myself ever new'
a wonderful read
Thanks LB. Very kind of you.
Kurt
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