My Past Returns (+3)

Kurt Philip Behm

A tamer version of myself,

I rise from day to day

 

Fit for consumption publicly,

in camouflage I play

 

Memories deep, and memories stored,

from oh so long ago

 

Now sleep inside my attic,

ephemeral they glow

 

My current frame of reference…

four always two plus two

 

The mundane I show deference,

to do what others do

 

But late at night I hear those sounds,

now coming down the hall

 

Remembrances to fill my dreams,

my treasure out of pawn

 

With sleep unchained, the night on fire,

   I return to who I am

 

And pray that on tomorrow’s eve,

—my past will come again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

 

            Lost Bondage      

 

When meaning becomes enslaved

by the abstraction,

—your Poem is lost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

 

       Reality Within

 

The inside looking out,

the outside looking in

 

Two sides of the same mirror,

—reality a twin

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

One Rock

 

One rock cast from the quarry

of the great unknown

 

Freedom just another way,

—of being alone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 2nd, 2017 10:50
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