The Cry Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Cry

That voice
from the wilderness
Nearer
than far
Close distant
reminder
We are
— who we are

(Dreamsleep: March,2024)


Looking Back

One final look
one final stare
The face looking back
the face of despair
One final time
one final shout
Reflection an echo
— reflection a rout

(Dreamsleep: March,2024)


Jumping The Shark

You can't time a moment
by counting out loud
Or cross the horizon
not leaving the crowd
Or relive a memory
retention unclear
Or keep the Muse captive
— as silence draws near

(Dreamsleep: March,2024)

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