The Hour

Kurt Philip Behm

I hear death

on approach

as it stops

at my door

 

Newly

awakened

its rattle

inures  

 

It waits

on the doorstep

my fate

to remand

 

Reclaiming

life’s promise

the hour

— at hand

 

**

 

Veracity Pleading

 

They’re two sides  

to the truth

the telling

and told

 

When hearing

is questioned

and listener’s

behold

 

Veracity

pleading

its case

to the wind

 

Entrapped

in dissension

 two meanings

— within

 

**

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  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Kurt, this feels like those moments where things get stripped down to what’s real…no distractions, just what is and how it’s understood. That contrast between what’s coming and how it’s interpreted really lands. Strong write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks, we all stay trapped in the dichotomy much of the time.



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