Poems from Kurt Philip behm
Sometimes love just isn’t enough,
as destiny calls within
Orphaning passion, emotions untether,
lost to Cupid’s whim
Never requited,...
The price of love
is loss
Its bill
both old and new
A cost
that must be paid
With feelings
torn and strewn
(Dreamsleep: December,...
You climb up a mountain
for the beautiful view
Its challenge seductive,
a call to renew
The higher it takes you
the farther you see
...
I can no longer afford
what my folly has purchased
Return not an option
—my bank account dry
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Up is not a direction,
but an intention
Down is not an intention,
but a reflection
Across is neither
intention nor reflection
Towards...