Calling Me By Name Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Calling Me By Name

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The magic of the instrument
travels down my fingers
and onto the page

Liberating my spirit,
as the laughter of a child
fills a room

Like a corkscrew,
first to pierce the miracle
inside the bottle

It releases my every mood
with its new introduction,
—calling me by name

(Washington D.C.: November,2002)

Saturday, December 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: writing
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