Branching Inward Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Branching Inward



The bark of my knowing
is rotting away
With grain left exposing
what memory betrays
Those things I pushed outward
root deeply within
As the oldest of wood
—makes the best violin

(Dreamsleep: December,2021)

Sunday, December 12, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
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