We loiter in Winter
when it’s already Spring
Still hearing that Starling
with snow on its wings
We blanket our longing
as Tulips unfold
Transfixed by the fire
— of memories old
(The New Room: October, 2025)
Time's EpiPen
It’s never what
but who
It’s never yes
or no
It’s never then
or when
It’s only here
— and now
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Sleep Well My Love
At the far end of the casket
his girlfriend hugged his wife
And told her she was sorry
that she tried to steal her life
Their tears then ran in unison
for a man who loved them both
The years they shared now testament
to a choice he left unspoke
They never met before this day
and would never meet again
But each knew well the other
and they almost felt like friends
The mistress left, the children wept
the grandkids played outside
His wife’s last words: “Your hell has passed
sleep well my love — goodbye”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Your Shadow Remains
One day beyond mourning, a new sun to shine
a promise remade — not a cloud in the sky
One day beyond mourning, your spirit still warm
your flesh now at rest — on the hill past the barn
One day beyond mourning, the bed sheets unfold
your shadow uncovered — a gift mine to hold
One day beyond mourning, the sun in my eyes
new words in my heart — a mockingbird cries
One day beyond mourning, my soul free to roam
your paintings surround me — among them I’m home
One day beyond mourning, I walk to the field
our blanket still hanging — the oak that concealed
One day beyond mourning, I reset my sights
the day I’ll rejoin you — that heavenly flight
One day beyond mourning, all grief broken free
my name on the wind — as you call out to me
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Well written, your poem "Holding On" revolves around the juxtaposition of memory and the passage of time. The imagery evokes a sense of nostalgia and the struggle to let go of past experiences, even as life continues to change around us. The subject matter includes the transition from winter to spring, symbolizing renewal and growth, while the lingering memories—represented by the starling and the fire of old memories—create a poignant tension between the present and the past.
Very poetic response and I thank you.
Charming and so well worded. Our memories in a setting sun run before us holding us to what was. A fave my friend
Thanks. I seem to stay there.
Most welcome
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