Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
I didn’t stay young
but I never got old
My cards often weak
when watching you fold
I sailed into weather
the saltiest balked
And bit off...
Truth needs no audience
or vows of acceptance
The eagle flies highest
— when flying alone
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Living
is earned
Dying
— is free
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Touching
without feeling
Looking
without seeing
Talking
without saying
Lost
— in the dark
(Villanova University: February, 2024)
No more
Mothballs and cedar assault my nose
The dust mites and stale air dry my throat
A wardrobe that is just that
The lion roars no...