Death Never Quells

Kurt Philip Behm

Through age and infirmity,

my voice cries loud

 

With feelings still timeless,

eyes not to cloud

 

The Reaper waits patient,

his claim has been filed

 

From outside he savors,

inside I smile

 

The music has changed,

with my heart still in step

 

My vision most clear,

no lens to correct

 

As days take their toll,

on what’s left of this shell

 

What spirit embodies,

—death never quells

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 26th, 2017 09:37
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • charlesbarrett

    That last line was amazing. Great piece

  • Louis Gibbs

    Beautiful, insightful poem, Kurt! Thanks for sharing this fine one. Love the last phrase especially.

  • FredPeyer

    Kurt, I love the whole poem, but the 2nd and last stanzas spoke to me even more.

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Thanks, Fred. I'm glad it resonated.

    Kurt

  • burning-embers

    I am with you on this totally. Thank you, that is my viewpoint you express there. And as usual, so eloquently.



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