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)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
I enjoyed reading your write
in its entirety...especially the following words...
“The medicinal magic
that hides in each line “...
MAGICAL indeed!
~Laura~
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 🙂
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~
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
My pleasure!
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