Waiting
for the
audience
to come to him ...
He refused
to go to them
Shunning
those ears
that hide
from the truth ...
Like a rose
without its stem
Working
in concert
with Muses
above ...
What’s sacred
to remain
Each word
and its
treasure
a gift given once ...
Their measure
— to proclaim
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Pawn Shop Blues
Were you saved
from yourself
before first being born
Form without
matter
praise without scorn
Were you part
of the promise
not taking the vow
When time
was a servant
not death on the prowl
Did life stay
unbidden
when freedom was free
As daylight
till dusk
no I’s came to be
Did morning
chase daylight
unable to stop
The evening
and twilight
on sale to be bought
As the first step
was taken
the second disowned
The first cut
the deepest
— with nothing on loan
(The New Room: September, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments4
The first time I read this I thought of a poet then it seems to apply to much more. Nicely worded Kurt
Yes, visionaries in general. Thanks.
Wonderful poem, Kurt! The artist/poet should definitely get this. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks, always appreciative when you read ...
A fine write, Kurt.
Thanks Jerry.
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