No Longer Store Bought
Professional Poet,
I cringe at the term
A lonely consensus,
so much to learn
Days writing couplets,
nights dreamed in verse
Feelings when gifted,
not mine to rehearse
Professional Poet,
to run and then hide
Resisting the accolade,
cousin of lies
The Muse calls my marker,
chits payout in thought
Each line spoken freely,
—no longer store bought
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016
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