Madonna's Last Hymn (+1)

Kurt Philip Behm

I’m on my fourth lifeline,

how about you?

 

The first three pre-owned,

the current one new

 

This one seems fleeting,

which gives me concern

 

My freezer now empty,

no steaks left to burn?

 

The first one was blissful,

the second had pain

 

The third one reflective,

but this fourth one again….

 

I try to hold on

and describe it at will

 

Exceeding my grasp,

it alludes me and still….

 

I wouldn’t go back

to either one, two, or three

 

The things I see now,

seeded fruit on my tree

 

If this is the end,

and the lights start to dim

 

I’ll sing the words strongly,

Madonna’s last hymn

 

More thankful than troubled,

more joyous than sad

 

More today than tomorrow

—the past in the past

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

 

Forever At Once

 

Folding the past

inside the present

 

Rolling the future in layers

of perpetual time

 

Escaping from one then the other

leaving all three in simulation

 

A dancer shrouded in mystery

—all things forever at once

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 21st, 2018 00:01
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Comments3

  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,
    An absolutely beautiful
    relatable piece of writing!
    Thank you for the share.

    ~Laura~

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      So kind! Thanks Laura

      Kurt

      • Laura🌻

        You’re very welcome, Kurt!
        I do appreciate your writing
        very much! Very generous
        of you for sharing!

      • FredPeyer

        Love your poem, Kurt, but it makes me think. How many 'lifelines' do we have? Seven like a cat? If I look at it in terms of seasons, I am in winter and don't know how long that will last.
        You are right too, the past is in the past. Maybe remembered, but water under the bridge.
        Very beautiful writing and rhyming.
        PS: I don't think my lights will be dimming. There will be a short and an explosion with tons of light and joy before it all gets dark.

        • Kurt Philip Behm

          That's the way my dad went out, Fred. Massive stroke and he never felt a thing.
          IMHO, that's the way to go as if we had a choice.

          Thanks for reading.

          Kurt

        • Lorna

          This is great Kurt........



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