KurtPhilipBehm's Saved Poems

Listen to the silence,
hear each frozen word
wrap your mind around itself
distant from the herd
Feel the bracing numbness,
lift what can’t be touched
free one starling in the night
—windblown through the musk

(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)...

‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name
 
‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drum beat has found me,
reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame
 
As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit has wandered,
as ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my ancestors call
 ...

I wandered through each chartered street,
  Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
 A mark in every face I meet,
  Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
 
 In every cry of every man,
  In every infant's cry of fear,
 In every voice, in every ban,
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