Wings Of Light Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Wings Of Light



Why then poetry …
why not prose
the answer prescient
to those who know

On wings of light
it comes unsought
abrupting time
on breezes caught

Why then poetry …
the world in verse
within whose lines
the Bards converse

The oldest questions
age sublime
within its torrent
—within its rhyme

(Dreamsleep: June,2023)

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