Eavesdropping On Myself

Kurt Philip Behm

A memory climbed out of the dark,

as I listened to the words of a new love song

 

Taking me back to where feelings were strong,

beyond the flashbacks of a long frozen dream

 

Remembering again, a last ember still burns,

and its light rewarms my heart

 

Where hidden deep in its shadows I see your face

—as the past is born again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 10th, 2017 00:49
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • Goldfinch60

    Those memories can be so enduring, may they bring you happiness.

  • FredPeyer

    I do love this poem, Kurt. Isn't it amazing how a song or any other event, can trigger memories we thought were long gone, and then as you say so eloquently: The past is born again.

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks, Fred. I always love hearing from you.

      Kurt

    • Louis Gibbs

      A fine romantic reflection, Kurt! Some feelings never quite die.

    • Christina8

      Absolutely beautiful. I've missed your poetry!

      • Kurt Philip Behm

        Thanks, Christina. Work always finds a way to intrude!



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