Palette Free Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Palette Free



Musical words and painted phrases,
dance around my memory

Reds and Blues and vivid Gold's,
rush across my bridge of dreams

Stream-streaking into the sky,
their song a magic portrait

Clouds chanting in vibrant hues,
—as the light sings palette free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2017)

Thursday, March 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: light
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