In Shadows Grow Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

In Shadows Grow



The mother lode of nighttime verse,
arriving late
—by Satan cursed

The dreamer wakes, all sleep forgoes,
old words unbirthed
—in shadows grow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2016)

Thursday, February 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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