Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Broken

Gone like September
from the wind
Gone like the Robin
from its wing
Gone like a child
from its laughter
Gone like the memory
of Spring

Gone like the Priest
behind his vestments
Gone like the hours
from the day
Gone like the waves
atop the ocean
Gone like the months
that lead to May

Gone are the reasons
from excuses
Gone are the moments
trapped in time
Gone is today
from tomorrow
Gone is the magic
left behind

Gone are the memories
from recollection
Gone the beginnings 
from the ends
Gone every joy
from every sorrow
Gone what you broke
—but couldn’t bend

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)

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