Final Draft Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Final Draft
My poetry selfish,
a teacher I'm not,
my message once for saying
Instruction a tool
long missing and gone,
imagery not relaying
The ivory tower
a dungeon to me
where freedom goes to die
The wind in the willows,
a hawk on the wing
—my verse to course and fly
(The New Room: October,2021)
Sunday, October 31, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: october,teacher
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