Buried in the leaves of a Fall gone by,
memories wait for Spring
Entombed in hope as Winter reclaims,
till birds return to sing
Cold and dark, the seeds of change,
lay dormant ill disposed
Snow is falling, the wind blows hard,
escape routes all but closed
Hearing new footsteps walking above,
the weight compressed and strained
My sentence malingers, time frozen deep
—the cold to ease the pain
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
Recording Our Folly
What is the human
perception of time
If measurement stops
and clocks will not chime
Seconds to minutes,
minutes to hours
Pendulum still
—Big Ben disempowered
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
The Emperor's Tide
Mesmerized by his own success,
swimming naked and alone in the dark
Drowning in what he forever professed,
he rose and fell with each critic’s remark
Hypnotized while diving for fame,
he sank while caught in the tide
His pleadings washed up, divested and bare,
exposed—with nowhere to hide
(Crater Lake: October: 2015)
A Deafening Pause
Silence…
often the loudest voice of all
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
Insiteful writing, Kurt.
Thanks Jerry.
I am getting hooked on your poems, Kurt. They are slowly becoming a daily 'necessity'.
I'm honored, and I'll try not to let you down.
indeed! another wonderful read
Thanks again, LB.
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