Knowledge
is
to thought
as
Thought
is
to intent
as
Intent
—forever ordains
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Knowledge
is
to thought
as
Thought
is
to intent
as
Intent
—forever ordains
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Neither one thing,
nor three things,
nor ten things
—but nothing
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
I’ve not forgotten you,
but I can’t remember love
as moments went unpromised,
hours lost to wasted years
The future hiding one last spark,
memories yet to burn
that Fall we spent in lust’s inferno
—dancing in the flames
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Larcenous freedom,
mask so divine
Hiding in plain sight
—stealing from time
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Approaching the lexicon
of what’s still unsaid,
My words beg acceptance
now silent unread
Inside there’s a freedom
once crossing the line,
unspoken confessions
—unfrozen in rhyme
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
The last step to forgiveness
—love
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
‘From the 1st Book of Prayers’
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Reality is…
how could it be any other way
(Beaupre: March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
The words came as gifts
from the land of proposal,
a voice of enchantment heard far, far, away
Wrapped in the promise
of a better tomorrow,
new bows made of letters untie and defray
Although undeserved but never unwanted,
in the vanishing darkness
feelings pledge with the dawn
As thoughts await marriage, the silence has ended,
a committed engagement
—betrothed in a song
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
Plagiarism self-inflicted,
it blinds veracity
keeping us forever
in the dark
To wander in costume
as others unnamed,
their vision
to herald and hark
In shadows of obscurity
doubt crossing fear,
we steal
what can’t be bought
Reflecting false images
by our hand
chasing
—what can’t be caught
(Radnor Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm
Poetry fails
when forced to explain
A dead-end street
with little to gain
Stripped of meaning,
one proffer to name
Magic and wonder
dead,
self-proclaimed
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)