Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

In Shadows Grow

The mother lode of nighttime verse,
   arriving late 
    —by Satan cursed

The dreamer wakes, all sleep forgoes,
   old words unbirthed 
    —in shadows grow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

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Barbara Gorelick March 2, 2019 at 3:28 PM 2016 must have been a great year for you...this is another fine piece. BG Kurt Philip Behm March 2, 2019 at 5:30 PM Thanks Barbara!