The artist
must fondle the spark
while avoiding the flame
Never surrendering
to the heat
as light’s wonder calls his name
A flashing
of transcendence
escaping the warden of imprisoned time
Where the gold is buried deep
and hidden
—in mysteries still to mine
(State College Pennsylvania: October, 1977)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Beautifully written, and lovingly read. Thank you dear poet.
As always, the thanks go to you, Bella.
Brilliant!
(maybe one day
I can glimpse a reality
where I too, can aspire
to such wonder)
I bow to your greater talent!
dear Cherished poet
(as-ever i read and learn)
thank you!
Again, you’re too kind and I thank you.
Kurt
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