Key turn
~*~
Light
The lamp
~*~
Without
Flowing gas
The wick's not damp
~*~
Waltzing down
A corridor, lighting up
Upon passing each door
Rupturing yet impenetrably black
~*~
Creatures gushing out
Deja vu
A sickening feeling
Emanates from their parade
They skittishly escape their pack
~*~
The imperceptible enemy
Always hovering over your shoulder
Silently, right behind
Waiting to steer you
Into the perilous path
Prepared for conditioning your mind
~*~
You feel the menace
Yet can not prove it
Your foe seems keen on that fact
Weaving in and out
With guile and tact
You can smell the gas, feel the fear
Like a rat about to leap from a raft
~*~
Is there an escape?
Have you waited too long?
The lamp's been turned over
Fire is already on the spread
Have you ever seen
Something with more grace and speed?
You hear the siren call down the burning hall
Hissing in rage, one exit from my perfect cage
~*~
Without warning, the floor disappears
In charred ashes and coals
With nothing to stand on
Nothing to search for
Not finding a handhold
Walls surrounding you
Burnt completely away
All that's visible, crumbles
What was not, now in the way
~*~
You find yourself looking on with horror
Begging for the sad delusion
Reality more macabre than apparitions
Spun to keep you corralled and docile
Now, you take your first real breath
Filling your lungs, but you're sickened still
Finding the air is dank, filled with coal dust, and cholera
You return to the inferno
Lie down where you know once stood a bed
Closing your eyes forever more
K.B. Silver
For NaPoWriMo I thought I would share something I have been working on with you. This is the first attempt at a poetic form I have been playing with for a while. I call it a Decible.
A quick overview of what a Decible is and how to write one:
The Decible poem is composed of ten stanzas in total.
The first stanza begins with one line, increasing one line at a time, ending at ten lines.
Each stanza increases the number of syllables per line, from one syllable in the first line until you compose the tenth stanza with ten lines of ten syllables each.
This, as my first attempt, doesn't hold to the form yet. I had only considered lines by this time and had not yet included syllable structure. Let me know what you think in the comments!
About the Creator
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.



Comments (3)
Good jobs
Oh, well, I might have to try my hand with this form
Well written 👏