When you find yourself sheltered
in your own little corner,
it’s time to move on
When you find yourself buying
what your echoes are selling,
it’s time to be gone
When you find yourself spinning
in a circle redundant,
it’s time to step out
When you find the beginning
detached from the ending
—your future in doubt
(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
To Light The Spoken Air
Thoughts inflame as feelings stir,
words simmering yet to boil
Unspoken sparks drift through the night,
a pyre still to fan
As heat restores the human soul,
all prodigals return
With hope to melt the frozen dawn,
and free the Poet's hand
Delphian in its natural form,
the smoke a treacherous friend
Ink rekindles—lies cremate,
the mind, its woods now bare
The verses stack and dry of doubt,
their ignition up to you
As dark they wait for your next breath
—to light the spoken air
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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I love this one Kurt. But it is hard to step out of one's comfort zone.
Agreed - hard to do, but I've got to keep on trying. So in what direction should I step? All suggestions gratefully received.
Amen to that, Fred.
Inward Dave, always step inward.
🙂
'As heat restores the human soul,
all prodigals return
With hope to melt the frozen dawn'
transcendentally worded, like how you can so easily switch styles to match what sentiment you're attempting to depict,
a wonderful read and a showcase for your versatility, what a talent you choose to share with us,
thank you!
I hope I'm deserving of such high praise, and I really appreciate it.
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