With one pen in the inkwell,
eternity got wet
The words to dance and laugh and pray,
phrasing’s still unmet
With one pen in the inkwell,
the future kissed the past
The moments now, the moments then
—Siamese at last
(Haverford College: January, 2021)
Blood & Pain
I shun the words you long to hear,
my heart and spirit cry
The votive candle burning down,
its flame a dimming lie
My pen to struggle against your will,
and scribe the message owned
That blood has drafted and pain rewrites
—not borrowed nor then loaned
(Valley Forge: January, 2021)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
We write for the future by invoking the past so they are joined (or fused?)
in the perpetual present...
Thanks Fred
Kurt
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