Call Of The Lute Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Call Of The Lute



I lived to find silence,
chasing hither and yon
till morning turned inward
reaching deeply beyond

Now firmly embedded
inside of myself
my eyes turned away
—from what's spoken unfelt

(Dreamsleep: October,2021)

Monday, October 25, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: october
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