Poems from Kurt Philip behm

Embers of the past…   fire inside my memory, cinders of time —ashes in the wind   (The New Room: June, 2021) 
Yesterday inside my head —tomorrow in my heart   (Dreamsleep: June, 2021) 
Voices have a color  like anger or happiness, shouting from the rainbow in palettes of sound Voices have a color like red, blue, or green,...
Writers… gatekeepers to the past —prophets of tomorrow   (The New Room: June, 2021)
Blaming the innocent… a form of insanity   Armed with good intention —reproaching the night   (Dreamsleep: June, 2021)