Morning Cancelled (+1)

Kurt Philip Behm

The sun went down alone tonight,

clouds abandoned

horizon dark

The moon in twilight hesitation,

distance empty

redemption stark

The sun went down and disappeared,

light a memory

warmth to chill

A trail of comets turning back,

morning cancelled

—future killed

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

The Token

While writing verse from now till then,

its toll I humbly paid

Across a bridge where time had stopped

—the truth to pass each way

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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Bella Shepard April 28th, 2022 14:44
As I stand on my deck, as I do every night before I go to bed, and say goodnight to the sky, the moon, the stars, your poem will be in my head. Thank you.
Kurt Philip Behm April 28th, 2022 14:45
High praise indeed. Thank you.
Laura🌻 April 28th, 2022 14:55
Dear Kurt,

If I were a wordsmith and wanted to pen a poem about my mom’s final twelve hours on this earth, your poem, ‘Morning Cancelled’, would be the one.
An extraordinary writing…so relatable to my mom’s passing.
When I woke up the morning of her passing, my aunt asked me how my mom was doing. I answered, “Mom is where she wants to be…together with my dad to make that bright light brighter. Another bright shining star for us to look up to. “💫

Thank you for sharing your ‘Dreamsleep’.
This may sound strange, but I feel such peace after reading your poem. 🙏🏻

Laura🌻
Kurt Philip Behm April 28th, 2022 15:01
I'm glad it had that effect.

Thanks Laura
- Laura🌻April 28th, 2022 15:07
  Oh yes…more than I can convey.
  
  I thank YOU with all my heart for all the pleasure I get from reading your work. 💝
  
  Laura🌻

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