Wanting you,
knowing I couldn’t have you
I called the devil my friend
as he surrendered the key
The lock to your heart reopening,
the hourglass turned over
In the flames of December
—running back to you
(Houserville Pennsylvania: December, 1971)
Kindling's Fire
She made me more real than I could stand,
but choice was not an option
And reaching in deep she pulled tomorrow
out of yesterday’s regret
Leaving me to find a home for all the
wasted memories and time
Loving me only just enough
—to begin to start again
(Houserville Pennsylvania: December, 1971)
Grandest Larceny
With lightest hand
and heavy heart
My pen runs dry,
bereft and stark
That never given,
I’m doomed to steal
The grandest theft
—my words conceal
(Stealing From Laura (Muse): March, 2021)
Wovoka
From the Kiowa to the Cree,
people sing and dance
Prairies ringed with fire
—a ghost returns at last
(Pine Ridge South Dakota: September, 1994)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: March 5th, 2021 09:39
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Thank you Kurt, for a great read!
My pleasure, Fred. Thanks
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