The Twilight Reclaimed

Kurt Philip Behm

I meet with three faces
   that come in the night

In dreams that preplace, 
  masks of darkness and light

Their voices once spoken,
   remain in my head

Until words are then written,
  pitting joy against dread

These triplets were born
  in a harrowing storm

Only quieting down,
  if new offspring are born

And then able to sleep,
  once each orphan is named

Their breath I still feel,
—in the twilight reclaimed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 2nd, 2016 09:33
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Comments2

  • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

    hi. is this about triplets im wondering//? it is an amazing poem in classic style which i find very admirable. esp liked the line' pitting joy against dread', very creatively said. yet kudos for the rhyme scheme throughout.
    great to read from u again.

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Thanks so much. My muse is composed of three different voices/faces
    that visit in the night.

    Kurt



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