The Last Mark (+2)

Kurt Philip Behm

Age is a demon,

age is a shield

 

Age is a weapon,

age makes you yield

 

Age is redundant,

age self-defies

 

Age is the truth,

age often lies

 

Age calls within you,

age calls without

 

Age comes to get you,

age never doubts

 

Age self-enlightens,

age brings the dark

 

Age keeps the ledger,

—age the last mark

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

 

 

 

Angel Guardian

 

In the still of night, between the sheets, she came to

me again, her mission clear, I must adhere—and let

the dream begin

 

My fears and doubt she then ignored, and covered both

with dust, to mask the past and future lies, whose

weakness I entrust

 

In the dimming light her wings were spread, as sheet

and blanket flew, and from her back, a world

estranged—from what I thought I knew

 

She burned my eyes and entered deep, to places I

had banned, and far within what I’d become—she

let go of my hand

 

Now looking back, I see the dust, it marks my entry

clear, and covers up my last denial—and buries

every fear

 

The dream to end, my soul to mend, new eyes to open

wide, but when they close, my spirit knows—the truth

now sleeps inside

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

 

 

Literal Obesity

 

Word count a burden,

lines adding weight

 

Meaning gets crushed,

—feelings deflate

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 27th, 2017 09:59
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Comments +

Comments3

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed

  • Heather T

    Age is a paradox. Enjoyed, sir.

  • FredPeyer

    Age is only a number though
    just embrace it or let it go!

    Great poems Kurt, both of them.

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      I wish it were—only a number.

      Thanks, Fred

      • FredPeyer

        Kurt,
        we could probably write and discuss about age for long time. I tend to simply disregard it in my mind, until I am reminded by my body, usually in a rather painful way!



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