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)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 28th, 2022 09:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Bella Shepard

    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

    High praise indeed. Thank you.

  • Laura🌻

    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

    I'm glad it had that effect.

    Thanks Laura

    • Laura🌻

      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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