Tone Death (+1)

Kurt Philip Behm

Waiting for the music,

naked and alone

the words become orphans,

unsung and unknown

 

The letters in limbo,

each phrase nether blown

with melody absent

—the magic disowned

 

(Rosemont College: December, 2021)

 

 

Coup D'etat

 

Fashioned in enameled vacancy,

the gentry’s veil was pierced

 

Exposed unclean, all vices seen,

through fury sharp and fierce

 

The folly of their blasphemy,

whose cover all but blown

 

With blood to flow from ramparts high

—once driven from the throne

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 9th, 2021 11:54
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Comments4

  • woundedheart

    The words still an orphan. .. Great line and a very well penned poem

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Thank you.

  • Draven

    Really like this

  • C E Thomas

    Beautiful. A poem that deserves such a great title. You've made me feel so much, in not so many words; you should be proud of your work, and write many more.



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