The trappings of
a Poet …
or being a Poet
They’re each something
different
remote and distinct
The tweed jacket
wood paneled
image deceiver
Lays claim to what
only
—enlightenment inks
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
No Escape
A heavy ear
an empty heart
Breathless voice
with eyes that dart
Love forsaken
rebirthing pain
Hope redundant
—lost refrain
(The New Room: January, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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