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)

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