Before the writing,
collecting memories
silent endowments
pages without lines
Before the writing,
I traveled a dreamer
imagining truant
what tomorrow defines
Before the writing,
the words clouded over
passing in bunches
like birds on the wing
Before the writing,
the wind was my compass
direction e’er changing
intention to sing
Before the writing,
my spirit a bachelor
no phrases to husband
no verses to wed
Before the writing,
immersed in tomorrow
my freedom untethered
—to go where it led
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
Autumn Breeze
Memories of a summer day,
chasing colder winds away
Lasting treasures so defined,
lace the corners of my mind
Zephyrs of a distant past,
breath unto my soul’s repast
Every hope and wish redeemed
—melting fast this winter freeze
(First Book Of Prayers: December, 2021)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
It’s a blessing and an honor to read your exquisite poems.
• “Invisible Ink”
The ink may be invisible, but not your brilliance…remarkably profound.
I’m so glad you followed the lead.
• “Autumn Breeze”
‘ Lasting treasures so defined,
lace the corners of my mind’
‘Every hope and wish redeemed
—melting fast this winter freeze’
Impressive and beautiful couplets! I can feel the meaning of your penned words. While reading them, I find myself within those scripted words…a surreal journey—my dear Poet.
Thank you for sharing your uplifting, desirable and much needed art.
Laura🌻
Your comments make every day like Christmas.
Thanks so much, Laura.
Kurt
…and a very Merry Christmas to you,
dear Kurt. 🌟
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