Living every word he wrote

—making all the difference

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

Given to wonder,

more perfect to know

 

Muse’s awaiting

—enlightenment flows

 

(The New Room: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Writing in obscurity,

musings unrestrained

 

Words to live both free and clear

—nothing to repay

 

(The New Room: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Living after love departs

—life after death

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

 

 

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

The issue…

only fate to know

—and only time to heal

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

The fuse was lit

on the ending of my trauma

 

Awaiting combustion

—joy in the wind

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

It’s the same form of difference,

each place that I go

 

Hotel chains and Walmart,

McDonalds that grow

 

The downtown’s breed stepfords,

banks, dollar stores throng

 

Identities corporate

—our history bygone

 

(The New Room: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Over parenting…

the child undone

 

A cardinal sin

—lost millennium

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

If a poem doesn’t live up

to its title

The moment is reclaimed

by time

 

Its chance to anoint

when read disappoints

A bell  

—unable to chime

 

(The New Room: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Is the self

“a mere bundle

of perceptions”

 

If Hume’s right,

are the rest of us

wrong

 

When stimuli exits,

do we then

disappear

 

Existence abeyant,  

too weak

—to live on

 

(Villanova University Library: April, 2021)

 

 

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm