At Your Spirits Behest Poem, by Kurt Philip Behm, at My poetic side

Do you demand my lies,

instead of the truth

Do you hem and sigh,

or stammer uncouth

Does the word unfiltered,

get trapped in your brain

Does the message uncovered,

then wash down your drain

Does the time spent looking,

measure time well spent

Does the verbal unlocking,

pay your spiritual rent

Are the memories you wished for,

within the time you invest

Are the feelings you hoped for,

—at your spirits behest

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Comments +

Augustus November 17th, 2016 18:30
Behest is such a beautiful word. I love the questions posed. Really something to ponder.
Kurt Philip Behm November 17th, 2016 19:37
I'm glad it resonated!

To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.