Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Dreams

Writing the words
I welcome the day
Writing the words
with new things to say
Writing the words
my heart like a sponge
Writing the words
all silence expunged

Every new sound
alive in the air
Every new phrase
unspoken to share
Every last vowel
irreverent of time
Every last breath
gives voice to the mime

Pen in my hand
the journey begins
Pen in my hand
through virtue and sin
Pen in my hand
the Muses surround
Pen in my hand
their voices expound

Dreams of my father
dreams of my son
Dreams hold me captive
dreams rebegun
Dreams in the mirror
dreams that relay
Dreams bringing freedom
dreams — dare I pray

***

Narrative Musings

Poetry
can’t scare me
But then
there’s the prose

Freewheeling
unstructured
I’m lost
in its throes

The words
in my capture
As verse
I sustain

But narrative
musings
I fight
— to proclaim

***

 In The Instant

Always the next
poem
always the next
verse

That already 
written
retreats
to disperse

What comes 
as a presence
stays fresh
to surmise

And freed
in this instant
each word
— more alive

(The New Room: May, 2026)

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