Whose Key Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Whose Key
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My Grandfather was a Poet,
my Father was a thief
Their spirits fight to own my soul
—my Son in cradle sleeps
My Grandfather spoke of beauty,
my Father spoke of sin
The truth now locked within a voice
—whose key I leave to him
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)
Sunday, July 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: truth
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5/4/2024 5:34:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
really a beautiful and interesting poem// love it in dilemma / confusion terms