Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
The eggs had been colored
and scattered about
The baskets were hidden
the children to shout…
“Was he here Mom, was he here”
they yell from...
Upon reaching the top
I found a new bottom
Polarity lies
with the truth ill begotten
Direction a ruse
in misguided fruition
As searchers...
When I was
a young man
I wrote as
a young man
Needing music
and art
to deal
with the times
But now
as an old man
my heart
chases...
You remind me
of a person
I’ve never
met
Of an
idea
that I’ve
never had
Of a
feeling
never mine
to feel
In a
moment
forever
— lost...
Bury a prophecy
— resurrection assured
(The New Room: April, 2025)