Sound Bites Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Dead Calm

Without friction
there is no motion
Without motion
— creation stops

(Dreamsleep: May,2024)


Abeyance

My pen is searching
for its guitar case
a place to sleep
when the writing's done

To rest in the dark
between flowing moments
of what might be coming
— and old verses sung

(Dreamsleep: May,2024)


Nowhere To Hide

The haunting of our memories
never to escape
No continent wide nor ocean deep
— will shield us from their rape

(Dreamsleep: May,2024)


Falling Into Silence

For years
I've had an old man's body
Today
an old man's mind

The past
a memory ever haunting
Tomorrow looming
— in decline

(Listening To Paul Simon: May,2024)


Shadow Dancing

Making everyday life poetic
doggedness abounds
Separating wheat from chaff
— harder than it sounds

(Dreamsleep: May,2024)


Again New Orleans

Waking up from a dream
inside another dream
inside another dream
inside another …

(Listening to Wynton Marsalis: May,2024)