Welsh Leftovers Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Welsh Leftovers



I swallowed hard the feelings scorned,
to finish off my plate

But filled I was in sated form
a glutton postulate

I bit off more than I could chew,
with meat still on the bone

My stomach full of fiery barbs
—leftovers unatoned

(Villanova University: January,2020)

Wednesday, January 22, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings
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