Hiding In Plain Sight

Kurt Philip Behm

Music has a special taste

feelings lost in sound

Touching heard across the room

vision by the pound

 

References left unto themselves

choir boys in tune

Trading what they never had

tribute to the loon

 

One last chance to make the grade

masks come flying off

Darwin leaving Born in chains

climbing through the moss

 

Menageries have come and gone

kaleidoscopes diffused

Nomenclature chameleons

—confounded and bemused

 

(The New Room: January, 2023)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 8th, 2023 12:08
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Still Angry

    Amazing job very nice

  • L. B. Mek

    enjoyed how you dipped into so many cultures
    with each brushstroke of your vivid poetry's bold notes
    but I think the line
    'Born in chains climbing though the moss'
    will linger longest, for me..
    as-ever, such an impressive write
    thanks for sharing, dear Poet

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks, Physics has always intrigued me.



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