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
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)
Evil can never sail in triumph,
nor can it be dismasted
Dark symbiotic mariner
—in natures perfect storm
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Some will find out who they are
then write of what they’ve found
And some will write to unmask
who they are as they expound
One spawns introspection
and a self-deliberate tone
The other births a magic ride
—whose terminus unknown
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
No one would claim their equal…
each the promised man
“Hunting what the others feared,
drumbeats called from far and near,
ghosts were dancing—vision clear”
The Northern Cheyenne
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Like the mist of an early morning rain
and the love of an older dog
Like the spontaneous hug from a passing child
and coffee from a mountain fire
Like a call from an old retired friend
and the memory of one who left
Like those boots now broken in at last
and a map whose roads have changed
Like the smell and taste of a memory lost
and not the mileage but the miles
Like a rainbow reaching out at dawn
and the distant whistle of a train
Like a promise made for its own sake
and a marriage not on loan
Like a burden once it’s lifted free
and the present not the past
Like a thing put off, put off again
and the reasoning unknown
Like an hour spent inside a dream
and a wish that’s more than hope
Like your name when called to stand your ground
and the courage that’s required
Like a song you’ve heard a thousand times
and whose words still feel the same
Like a river rushing toward the sea
and a boy who knows its mind
Like a favored son to share your name
and the bond to keep it so
Like a reason that you can’t disclose
and the one who never asks
Like that girl who keeps your faith alive
—and your heart forever free
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm