I spent a lifetime waiting
For mine to finally begin
Wasting away
Blowing off grain by grain
In the wind
I was atrophied in the position I began
Though I tried out many poses
None seemed to
Give any supportive assistance
So I reverted to
My instinctual choice
Taking what seemed like centuries
To erode to completion
The particulate collecting
In drifts wherever the
Drafts carry and deposit me
I am swept into a pile
Used as sand to
Fill crooked-faced dolls and
A poorly timed hourglass
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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Those last four lines are stellar! Loved this!