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 (
Offline) - Published: July 16th, 2025 07:24
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Comments1
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
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