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)