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Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2024
The windmill is ready
the wind is not
Breezes far distant
never reaching the spot

Change in the offing
consent from within
One breath pouring outward
— and blades start to spin

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2024
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
undaunted
—Your love on display

(1st Book Of Prayers: April, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2024
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
rephrased
— anew

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2024
Itching
itching
nowhere
to scratch

Rambling
rambling
balling
the jack

Freight car
open
voices
interred

The brakeman
singing
"Turn
"Turn
"Turn"

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2024
Distance
is different
spurning
direction

The miles
a marriage
time
has divorced

Spaces
concurrent
flowing
together

As coming
and going
fade in
— remorse

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 2024
Suffering fools
comes with the territory
— any true writer to know

(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Kurt Philip Behm Apr 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 big pieces
while walking my talk

I painted with brushes
DaVinci had blessed
And wandered and wondered
much better than best
I took from my heart
and gave to my soul
The circle expanding
— three halves to my whole

(The New Room: April, 2024)
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