Ashes Sing

Kurt Philip Behm

Bending that last letter,

like Sonny’s wailing G’

 

My final breath to rock the world,

old silence breaking free

 

All lines are set on fire,

the keyboard then explodes

 

The stage unhinged, the base is singed,

the harpist hits the road

 

Old memories pang, feelings twang,

the heat burns right from wrong

 

As words once old, renew again,

—and ashes sing their song

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

       'Blues Poem #12'

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 17th, 2017 10:27
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  • Augustus

    Careful. In those big concert halls with lots of folks hurt by the fire you can get sued. Heh, heh. Enjoyed



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