A False Infinity (+3)

Kurt Philip Behm

Is your memory a circle,

or a trip straight out and back

 

A beginning and an ending,

or one continuous track

 

Do you see the same things going up,

that you pass when coming down

 

Is retention sealed and programmed,

by things going round and round

 

Is there a finish where you stop,

or perhaps just one last verse,

 

Or a rewind back to square one,

the past to again rehearse

 

This flux of motion holds you tight,

your perception never free,

 

Serving both to deceive and lie,

—in a false infinity

 

(Seattle Washington: March, 2017)

 

 

Only As Sacred

 

You want to define poetry,

behind the safety of your bars

 

Open the door to your cage,

a world awaits, where feathers tar

 

Dusty journals and ‘how-to’ books,

no longer serve you here

 

One price of admittance,

the acknowledgement of fear

 

With words only as strong

as the impression they leave,

 

And feelings only as sacred,

—as memory retrieves

 

(Seattle Washington: March, 2017)

 

 

 

Trophies On The Road

 

Champion of life,

trophies on the road

 

Accolades for someone else,

—one more thing to know

 

(Seattle Washington: March, 2017)

 

 

 

Something For Jimi

 

Tonight,

I had a date with the mountain

 

Tonight,

I made those promises impend

 

Tonight,

behind the shadow of my fear

 

Tonight,

—the devil smiled at me again

 

(Seattle Washington: ‘Something For Jimi’ March, 2017)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 11th, 2017 01:50
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Comments +

Comments4

  • Hopey_xx

    Very nicely written, well done.

  • Fay Slimm.

    Some provoking questions here which will keep the mind busy Kurt - a finely versed piece of reflection of what memory might be.

  • willyweed

    without shouting I will say nice piece Kurt!

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Always a thrill when you read my words WW.

      Thanks

      Kurt

    • Augustus

      A few thoughts conjured: we keep repeating our mistakes, we have to accept fear and go on, acknowledge the success of others, a challenging motorbike ride on mountain. Well, whatever, you make me think. Hugs.

      • Kurt Philip Behm

        Actually, I was in a car (regrettably), too much snow on the
        mountain. Thanks, A.



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