When The Words Won't Come (Blues Poem #13) (+1)

Kurt Philip Behm

Whatchu gonna do when

the trim is gone

 

Whatchu gonna do when

the right turns wrong

 

Whatchu gonna do when

the whistle blows

 

Whatchu gonna do when

your feet say no

 

Whatchu gonna do when

the man comes knockin

 

Whatchu gonna do when

that devil’s laughin

 

Whatchu gonna do when

your train don’t run

 

Whatchu gonna do when

the words won’t come

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

 

 

Death Unto Itself

 

My words live on undefended,

speaking for themselves

 

My prayer rises, voice ascended,

—death unto itself

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 28th, 2017 09:25
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  • Louis Gibbs

    When the words won't come! Perish the thought! Nothing worse than poet's block, is there? Well done, Kurt!

  • FredPeyer

    I agree with the other comments. The last line is the scary one. All the others are not so bad. Great poem Kurt, made me think.

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      If you think of an Alzheimer's patient, the progression is frightening.

      Thanks, Fred

      Kurt

    • FredPeyer

      Kurt, I did not think of Alzheimers, but now that you mentioned it, I re-read the poem again with this in mind, and you are absolutely right, it is even more than frightening. Was just yesterday talking with my brother in law who is also a very good friend, and told him that I would rather be physically damaged than lose my mind.

      • Kurt Philip Behm

        So true, Fred. I'd give my eyes and voice before my mind. Unfortunately,
        we don't get to choose.

        Thanks

        Kurt



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