Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
It was January 4th 1778, and once again the General had not slept well. He rose again before dawn and as was his practice, he wandered down...
Like waking and
breakfast
it’s poetry first
The day is so
ordered
quenching my thirst
Each word like a
greeting
the day on parade
...
First look at
Grand Canyon
eternity’s birth
Your eyes changed
forever
in awe of its girth
All words into
whispers
each view but a gift...
Cotton is picked
before cloth is made
Footings poured
to support the stage
Laws enacted
before crimes take place
Love embracing
— for...
My Heart Was Saying One Thing, My Mind Another ...
Some things you just know — like the feeling I get when looking at my children or the...