Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
A ring on his finger
—ribbon around his heart
(Dreamsleep: August, 2019)
The better Angels of our nature…
the Devil only laughs
Laying traps as yet unseen,
in virtues aftermath
Reluctant aspiration,
free will...
Where would we be without language,
still naked around the fire
Trading bones with a grunt or moan,
very little to inspire
How could we...
The shortcut to a heart’s desire,
where roads and feelings cross
Destiny maps, direction on fire
—love’s toll the only cost
(Villanova...
Dying alone,
a forgotten song
Last lyric unsung
—muted and gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)