Birthrights In Limbo (+2)

Kurt Philip Behm

In the beginning …

the past and future

were orphans

Lost in a silence

unnamed until


Waiting in anticipation

their birthrights

in limbo

The present expanding

its moment

—christened free


(The New Room: June, 2023)



A L'affut


In rhythms of today

the silence of tomorrow

Where promise lies waiting

—for hope unfulfilled


(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)



To Astrud


A voice that still haunts me

and lives in my dreams

The first time I saw her

a boy of sixteen


She lived just a mile

from where I am now

A treasure so hidden

to whose memory I bow


The Samba and Rio

she took me along

Yet barely a man

making love to her song


My eyes can still close

and return to that beach

where my heart she first captured

—and never released


(The Day Astrud Gilberto Died: June 5, 2023)




  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 6th, 2023 10:07
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Laura🌻.


  • hotidris

    Beautiful poem about the past and future.

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Appreciated, thanks.

  • jarcher54

    An out-and-out love poem! So even the great philosopher can be smitten like a little boy!

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      55 years later, I still can hear her singing ‘to me.’


    • Laura🌻

      Dear Kurt,
      What a great loss!

      "The Girl From Ipanema" was recorded by many, but no one sang it like Astrud Gilberto.

      A touching tribute for the one you’re remembering and are holding on to the very special memories…
      …memories by the sixteen year old whose
      “eyes can still close
      and return to that beach”
      where his “heart she first captured
      —and never released”.


    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks Laura, she truly was special.

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