Truth independent

of perception

A falling tree

 crashing unheard

Existing beyond  

what senses receive

Essence eternal

—by time undeterred

 

(Villanova University: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

All my friends are

virtual online

Arms-length fraternal,

 distance sublime

Safe in my cave,

 with cursor in hand

Downloading affection

—beyond all demand

 

(The New Room: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Are you digging a hole

you will never crawl out of,

a prison self-made by your hand

The metaphors mix

as you lie there betwixt

—the bars sinking into the sand

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

 

 

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

You can’t think your way

into a poem

Or feel your way

out of a verse

 

They first must conspire…

your spirit inspired

Words no longer forced

—or perverse

 

(The New Room: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

If just one person understands,

if just one troubled soul

 

The effort and the pain involved

—small price to make them whole

 

(The New Room: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Forever romancing

that lingering question…

 

Quixotic by decree

—windmills turning free

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

In the darkness

it came,

no more searching in the light

 

Nothing burning

to distract

—shadows of delight

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

With all the talk that so divides

—one bomb unites us all

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

 

Going to bed with the words,

waking up to a song

—music romancing my dreams

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

First,

you need to have

something to say

 

Before,

figuring out

—how to say it

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)