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)
- Published: April 28th, 2022 09:11
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
Comments4
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.
High praise indeed. Thank you.
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🌻
I'm glad it had that effect.
Thanks 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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