Searching
for his palette
the painter
wanders on
Dreaming
of each color
to visualize
his song
Tubes of paint
lie scattered
unsqueezed
their caps remain
In attics
of blank canvasses
with images
— unframed
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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- Published: July 16th, 2025 07:24
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
Comments3
And so it is with any effort not attempted or prevented. Poems left in the drawer of the mind never written. A lovely write Kurt
Thanks Soren." Nothing ventured, nothing ..."
My pleasure and indeed you are so right
Another Dreamsleep hit for me, Kurt. This feels like a meditation suspended between the urge to create and the stillness of not-yet. The untouched tubes, the unframed images...they echo like dreams waiting for form. A beautiful poem. 🌹👏
Thanks TR. So much of life is caught in the waiting room of creation.
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