Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
When verses
run dry
do you hide
in despair
When the Muse
is on fire
only ashes
you’ll bear
With silence
embedded
on each
empty page
Your...
Trimming fat
off his soul
he searched
for the bone
With every
new slicing
his consciousness
honed
All waste in
the fire
to sizzle
and...
Tall grass above
a sleeping dream
Hiding what
His promise deems
Embedded deep
within the blades
New whispers seed
as life conclaves
The...
First
Last
(and)
Always
— say something
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Do you have
enough scars
to help others
heal
Or wounds
that stay open
the past
uncongealed
Did you suffer
in silence
each moment
of...