The back room
of creation
where much of life
is spent
Victim to
the waiting game
where doldrums
reinvent
All dressed up
and ready
with nowhere
clear to go
Waiting for
that flash of light
to put me
— in the know
*****
Reality Preying
Not killing
time
Time killing
him
The hourglass
drains
As life
grows thin
Slaying the
dragon
A fantasy
still
Reality
preying
On folly
— distilled
*****
Stepping Out
More than a
lifetime
Unmeasured
by years
Enlightenment
prospers
No doubting
or fear
Stepping out
of the circle
And into the
light
Dimension
is truant
With reference
— contrite
*****
One Slip
Life
on the edge
where finality
threatens
Hope
meets disaster
both tightening
their grip
Never
look down
with redemption
above you
One slip
and the promise
of glory
— submits
*****
Darkness Retreating
Writing
to a standard
new standards
are drawn
Light
disinfecting
a bevy
of wrongs
Writing
to a standard
the truth
is upheld
Darkness
retreating
deception
— expelled
*****
To Bask In Its Presence
Writers
have a double edged
courtship with time
Cutting both ways
past and future
defined
But the moment’s
unwritten
unspoken unrhymed
To bask in its
presence
— you live it sublime
(The New Room: June, 2026)
Nota Bene
The only way
to escape the jungle
— is in self delusion
(State College Pennsylvania: October, 1970)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Another good set Kurt you are most prolific. This time I was struck with one slip. Well done my friend
Thanks my friend.
You are most welcome
The poem holds so many different meanings, and it moves so swiftly throughout with rhythm. Well written.
Thanks so much.
Thank you, again.
Wow Kurt! What stayed with me most was: "Not killing time / Time killing him".
Oof. Four words, and the entire perspective shifts. That's the kind of line that lingers long after the reading. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Both salient and prescient as always. Thanks TR.
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