Each Moment Anew

As a Poet,
  I don’t have to prove what I mean

Or reveal the pigmentation
  of colors that gleam

Or the height of an Angel,
  compared to a Man

Or whether the Devil,
  cannot or then can

As a Poet,
  I don’t even have to explain

The temperature of a sunrise,
  or a sorrow unplained

Or the width of my paper,
  the length of my pen

The fact that I’m sitting here,
  tautologies end

And thus as a Poet,
  I’m free to espouse

The beauty around me,
  without saying how

The magic that marvels,
  never revealing its trick

The hat with the rabbit,
  the joy in the mix

All Poetry a lens,
  through which others can view

Life’s focus e’er changing
  —each moment anew

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Marine Avatar
April 23, 2019 at 2:10 AM
Passionately stated, Kurt! I read most of your poems, and while I appreciate the kernels of truth in the shorter forms, I really enjoyed this one very much.( Hope to read a few more in longer style!) (((HUGS)))
Behm Avatar
April 23, 2019 at 9:56 AM
Very kind, thanks.
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