Kurt Philip Behm

To Light The Spoken Air

Thoughts inflame as feelings stir

Words simmering yet to boil

Unspoken sparks drift through the night

A pyre still to burn

 

Delphian in its natural form

The smoke a treacherous friend

Ink rekindles and lies cremate

The mind, its woods on fire

 

As heat restores the human soul

All prodigals return

With hope to melt the frozen dawn,

—and free the poet’s hand

 

The verses stack and dry of doubt

Their ignition up to you

As dark they wait for your next breath

To light the spoken air

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

  Inspired By The Writing Of Roberto Rodriguez

Comments2

  • Rosethebrokenhearted

    This is such a beautiful work, I felt the sincerity of it, as I was reading. Thank you
    ~RTBH

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Thank you, Rose!



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