The contract unsigned,
pen firmly in hand
The bliss not for barter,
its insight freestands
Fame and notoriety,
may go where they please
To my grave and beyond,
the verse teaches and frees
No pity I ask for,
understanding I shun
My fortune unspoiled,
wolf’s mountain to run
Till one day uncovered,
hidden deep on the shelf
A message uncensored,
as I wrote for myself
And that voice I was gifted,
and the music I heard
In themselves live forever,
—free unbaptized words
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: January 8th, 2017 11:11
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments5
Thanks Kat
Wonderfully written and expressed
Thanks, Man!
I am tempted to say that is selfish, to place that treasure on the shelf, but I can imagine it't Christening down the road a ways, a joyous occasion.
Thanks A. Almost all of my Poems have been published, so this was
more whimsical than fact.
Hope you're feeling OK.
Kurt
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