“I’ve come to the very end of myself,”
the day cried out to the night
“My expiration date lined in blood,
tomorrow less than bright
“My beginning and ending dancing a last waltz,
destiny writing the score
“My wick has burned down, the music has stopped
—too late to ask for more”
(The New Room: February, 2021)
Until Then
My Pen…
an extension
of my thoughts
and my prayers,
underlining
my feelings
for others
to share
The ink
is my history
its tracks
to begin,
a journey
connecting
what’s now
—until then
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
By Default
If nothing can be done
—do nothing
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Beautiful writing in both poems, Kurt. But I think it is never too late to ask for more!
Thanks Fred, I hope you're right.
Fine writing Kurt. Are you alright?
Yes thanks, why do you ask.
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