The Charm Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Charm



With no respect for labels,
dead branches on a tree

Refusing thrice to do the dance,
a worthless reverie

Rejecting their consensus,
all singing to the choir

Each word anew I write in blood
—whose truth I do aspire

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)

Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: truth
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