The Backdoor

Today I went offline,

tiring of the 14 poetry sites I write for

longing for the closeness of a small rented room

missing the darkness when it used to call me friend

questioning if the voices I heard can find me now

wondering—if I still wonder at all

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Winged Victory

You’ll never find out who you are

among those things you lack

 

You’ll never find a greater mask

than a mirror looking back

 

You’ll never find the answer to,

as questions pass you by

 

You’ll never catch that rising star

—until you learn to fly

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm