Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
So far from where I started,
I wrote my final words
And found a stream to fill the well,
with verses left unheard
My last line most...
The temperature frozen
Old sticks in the mud
New tracks are untrodden
Lost dreams from above
The raisins in darkness
All pits buried deep...
Fighting his very nature,
disagreeing with himself again
Feelings demand what thoughts now command
—leaving verse to make amends
(Bryn...
Christians killing Christians,
politics trumping God
The Axis dared, the Allies fared
—shared lineage facade
(Villanova Pennsylvania:...
Poetry travels
where Prose cannot go
To sleep with the stars,
by heaven aglow
Each new verse a planet,
orbiting round
An Epiphanous...