emotions cloud up my personal space
sublimating from my core
generating ephemeral steam
swirling all around
melding and melting
marbled like ink waiting for
pages to adorn
each minor mesmerized shift
exuding my sensual being
~~~
I have no control over the
fluctuating colors flying at speed
I try to ignore my mind
flashing on constant display
~~~
I slip with the flowing
sands in the hourglass
tricking down my heart
awaiting the inevitable reversal
at the last grain joining me
in the chamber
~~~
as my life is hoisted
grasped near the middle
inverted, replaced
in its prescribed position
already, returning sand
from whence it came
~~~
of course, who's to say
which way is wrong, and
what is the right way around
my face obscured by the
permanent stormy haze
of time passing
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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wonderfully written