Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
If not a Poet
what would I be
A soldier, a sailor
a fading marquee
If not a Poet
whose soul would I claim
a saint’s or a sinners
to...
Once up on
a pedestal
There’s nowhere to go
— but down
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
If the past is not alive in you
the future will be dead
Sparrows turn to flee the dawn
with yesterday unfed
Once memory breaks the golden...
Between truth
and falsity
In the cold
empty darkness
— lies a poem
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
Battling each
paradigm
I wandered alone
Straight into
the maelstrom
of thundering tomes
My nose
pointed North
spitting into the wind...