That Haunting Voice Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

That Haunting Voice



From deep in the shadows of Tin Pan Alley,
the Sage called out my name

With a voice that haunted and eyes concealed
—she made her only claim

(New York City: West 28th Street- March 2017)

Tuesday, August 6, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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Julia Luber 06 August 2019

intriguing with haunting rhyme

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