Call To Heaven (+1)

Kurt Philip Behm

Poetry’s sacred

prose not so much

 

One to be read

the other to touch

 

The verse spoken freely

in a nighttime array

 

Phrases more conjured

to outlive the day

 

The medicinal magic

that hides in each line

 

Lifts my body to flight

in a nocturnal climb

 

The prose gets pounded

and pounded again

 

And its linear sense

I find hard to befriend

 

As twilight appears

from the corner of my eye

 

The couplets on fire

I look to the sky

 

With my very last breath

not taken in vain

 

It’s with meter and rhyme

—I call to heaven again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

 

With Her Love

 

Each word cutting through

ten pounds of flesh....

 

The Muse

—killing me with her love

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 19th, 2018 10:38
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  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,
    I enjoyed reading your write
    in its entirety...especially the following words...
    “The medicinal magic
    that hides in each line “...
    MAGICAL indeed!

    ~Laura~

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks Laura. I'm self-editing 2400 pages of poetry that I've written since 2012 before it goes to my editor then publisher. I hope to have it ready by the end of the year. This one was from 2015.... just three more years to go 🙂

      • Laura🌻

        Wow!

        Well, I know it’s a lot for you...
        but it will be great for me...
        if you’ll continue posting, that is!
        I’ll be benefiting by reading
        your EXCELLENT work!

        ~Laura~

      • Kurt Philip Behm

        I'll certainly continue to post as I work my way through this.
        Volumes #1 and #2 (1700 pages) were published in 2012,
        so this will be volumes 3, 4, and 5.

        Thanks as always for reading.

        Kurt



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