Eenie, Meenie, Miny, Mo,
drums beat loud, a finger shows
Tigers prowl within our reach
—on tippytoes our fate impeached
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Improvisus
A jazz musician
wonders back
to his days at the keyboard…
each note over practiced
until melody pure
and magic releases
A poet in laurels
wonders back
to his primers and notepads…
each word placed in order
until imagery calls
—and syntax digresses
(Villanova University: October, 2021)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
‘A jazz musician’…
‘A poet in laurels’…
…and they both take flight for this reader’s delight…very much appreciated…
Laura🌻
Again, my pleasure, thanks.
You’re most welcome, Kurt.
I like the analogy you made between music and poetry. That is so cool.
'A jazz musician
wonders back'..
Ha! seems Autumn's melancholic vibe
got us, thinking alike Kurt
just accompanied a write
with some soulful Coltrane, this morning..
thanks for sharing, dear Poet Supreme
My pleasure, thank you.
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