Symphonic Triage

Kurt Philip Behm

Blood upon the keyboards

harmonicas in flight

Chasing notes across the score

horns that greet the night

 

Eighty eight’s to hemorrhage

reeds that bend and break

Music dying then reborn

—trumpeting our fate

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)

 

 

Burning Out

 

Some of us were meant to age

of those I am not one

To grace a rocker on the porch

death by zero-sum

 

When youth is gone my will retreats

the candle at its wick

As dreams abate, the moment late

—flowers all but picked

 

(Dreamsleep August, 2022)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 1st, 2022 11:47
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Some of us were meant to age
    of those I am not one
    To grace a rocker on the porch
    death by zero-sum'
    (me neither, dear Poet
    I draw breath upon embers
    that barely flicker...)

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Lovely writing LB, thanks.



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