Crossing Over—Turned Around

Kurt Philip Behm

Through the eye of the needle,

Not to the left or the right

Dodging both on the comets tail

 

I streak into the light

My last wish out in front

As words melt in a fiery contrail

 

And with only one question

To weaken my heart

With only one thing to know

 

The seasons entwine

All beanstalks are felled

With the exit signs all aglow

 

I crash through the doubt

Releasing new hope

My affirmation now to reign

 

And look ever further

Beyond my scope

As my senses become untrained

 

I feel the loose pieces

Start to come off

A new lightness now abounds

 

The last burden has lifted

Burning bright in my wake

Crossing over—turned around

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

 

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 14th, 2016 09:53
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  • Christina8

    This is a beautiful poem!--Christina

  • Augustus

    I can imagine a burning comet. Also interesting that the "crossing" over, if you will, is reflected in your change of style for this poem. Nicely done.



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