Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Is your best friend a dog,
a thesaurus is mine
As yours wags its tail
—mine forever sets me free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
I go to the city
To be alone…
Distraction
Calling me away
From myself
Isolating my
Memory
Burying my
Thoughts
In endless concrete
Passing...
I never wrote so you’d approve…
I wrote what I believe
How you felt as you read those words
—is not my wound to bleed
(Villanova...
Dreams, like orphaned water lilies,
float across the surface
Ferrying my last token wish,
adrift—this silver pond
The swans make way,...
Suspended moments between the lines,
my mind now lost in space
Sublimated syntax buried deep,
my spirit free to race
A light unfiltered...