With ebon words
and balsam voice
the secret chest
you built in time
inlaid
with thoughts
dove for like
ancient wealth
shell slices
and pearls
strung on a line
of sinew
so spindly fine
it’s shimmering
tones plucked
rhythmically
in a rocking
rhapsody
inhabiting
the mind
taking hold
of the flesh
gesticulating
wild and free
rapture running
through my veins
evanescent burst
of ghostly light
emanating from
my pores
carrying me
through the night
entranced
entangled
psychically compelled
re-positioned
compressed into
any form
swept on wings
of gauzy ash
feeling that I’m
heading North
while being
driven constantly
southerly
once the
destination
looms upon me
colors explode
on spectral
nebulae
descend
nesting in
gossamer
filaments of
euphonic tides
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.”
By K.B. Silver Exclusive • 9 days ago
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Wow this one feels like pure movement! It reads like a spell where language is both the wave and the boat. Totally carried me away! 💖
Your words feel like they lifted me and carried me through a dream!