Deep
inside
my pocket
Where
orphaned thoughts
call home
I find
a voice
abandoned
Disheartened
and
alone
I take it
in my
fingers
To warm
within
my hand
A treasured
find
when free reminds
Just who
and what
I am
“We trip
the light
fantastic”
Much better
than
before
Reclaiming
what
the darkness stole
And
hid away
— abjured
(Inspired By Milton’s L’Allegro: October, 2025)
“Come, and trip it as ye go
On the light fantastic toe,
And in thy right hand lead with thee,
The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty;”
Two For The Blues
Blues Poem #3
Living hard
the writing comes easy
Living easy
— the writing comes hard
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
The Greatest Harp
My pen is like a blues riff
not always on the note
I bend within the moment
new feelings reach for hope
A eulogy remastered
the fire that he fed
His Mojo dancing with the Muse
Marine Band his to wed
My words to stretch and vibrate
a blind man his to read
They move in tribute off the page
Sonny’s orphaned reeds
My hand they cease to follow
as letters wail and slide
While deep in South Chicago
— a harp long dead survives
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
‘Tribute To Sonny Boy Williamson 1’
-
Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline) - Published: October 31st, 2025 10:07
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 8
- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Tristan Robert Lange
Offline)
Comments3
Kurt you have just outdone Milton, I like yours far better. A most lovely write and a fave again
What high praise. I've often wondered what I'd be like as a
16th Century Poet?
Thanks again.
You are welcome. I meant it Kurt
Milton and all. Well done, Kurt. Loved this! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks TR.
Most welcome!
In the famous words of our EDM princess Charli XCX: “I LOVE IT!”
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.