Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Like leaves in the wind,
words scatter about
From the woods and high grass,
they call and they shout
“Come find us, come free us,
we’re...
Stricken with blame,
enamored by praise
My words caught between
—to travel both ways
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
The vision intrudes,
stealing ink from my pen
A thief in the night,
leaving words that portend
A warning’s been given,
its mantle...
The leaves are falling,
birds in song
Memory lingers,
tomorrow gone
A promise spoken,
solemn vow
The present honored,
faith avowed
...
The gray dawn baptized,
lost child of the night
Salvation ransomed
—new morning’s delight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)