Votive Candles Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Votive Candles

They come to me in phrases
in couplets newly born

Screaming from the highest places
fitted but unworn

They come to me in dreamsleep
the moon recycled new

Time released in words immortal
—scratched into the pew

(The New Room: February,2024)

Wednesday, February 7, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: places
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