I thought perhaps to steal the myth
and hoard away the dream
Mirages fade with pretense lost,
things never what they seem
A future darkness redefined,
the past still yet to know
Intention vested—moments spent
with nowhere left to go
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
My fate to be a watcher…
“Regarder Les Autres”
and write from alleys dark but real,
salons for words ill-bred
(Le Grande Hotel Paris: May, 1978)
What has no price
holds little value
Sweat and tears
—outweighing gold
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Sutures of connection,
words tightly sewn
Seaming together
—closing the unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Clouds encircle
sage colored dreams,
ice crystals block the sky
Today in shadows,
yesterday’s warning,
memories start to cry
The stratus thickens,
impending doom,
prophesy to remind
Aeolus has woken,
his rain of tears
—ablution most unkind
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Science…
bastard child
of philosophy
and reason
formulaic delinquent
of an answer
in flux
Serving itself
as it shuns
its true
master
bowing down
to its
tenets
the truth
—undiscussed
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: April, 2021)
Love regrets,
promises return,
comets in mourning
—meteors burn
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Cleft palate ill-fated
splitting inside us,
a hidden betrayal
—memory’s scar
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Its special indifference
and weathering smile,
reminds every passer
—its strength and its guile
It stands in the desert
alone and unbowed,
to flower in protest
—its nature avowed
(Tuweep Arizona: January, 2018)
Knowledge
is
to thought
as
Thought
is
to intent
as
Intent
—forever ordains
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
