Poems from Kurt Philip behm
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)
I didn’t stay young
but I never got old
My cards often weak
when watching you fold
I sailed into weather
the saltiest balked
And bit off...
Truth needs no audience
or vows of acceptance
The eagle flies highest
— when flying alone
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Living
is earned
Dying
— is free
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)