Poems from Kurt Philip behm
To stand in
Your shadow
its welcoming rim
Surrounding
my calling
to lead me within
Your aura
completes me
and lights up my way
To follow...
I know it’s
written
I don’t know
why
The heavens
tremble
as poet’s
cry
To stand
anointed
in love’s
review
And pose
one question...
Itching
itching
nowhere
to scratch
Rambling
rambling
balling
the jack
Freight car
open
voices
interred
Brakeman
singing
‘Turn Turn...
Distance
is different
spurning
direction
The miles
a marriage
time
has divorced
Spaces
concurrent
flowing
together
As coming
and...
Suffering fools
comes with the territory
— any true writer to know
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)