When The Fates Allow

Kurt Philip Behm

I don’t write Sonnets,

or Limerick verse

 

I don’t write Haiku,

though often terse

 

I don’t write Ballads,

or Horacian Odes

 

I don’t write Parables,

to self-implode

 

But I do write in Rhythm,

and often in Rhyme

 

With meaning that’s buried,

and metered in time

 

All verbal indenture,

I must disavow

 

For the meaning to rise,

—when the fates allow

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 16th, 2016 09:05
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments6

  • Christina8

    Beautiful!

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Thanks, as always!

  • willyweed

    Bravo!!!

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Thanks, WW!

    Kurt

  • Augustus

    And man do you write!

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    And I ALWAYS appreciate hearing from you. Thanks so much!

    Kurt



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