Life in the Eye of the Storm
Rebuliding in the aftermath
If I’d smiled more and spoken less
maybe things would’ve turned out different
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I never could staunch
the acrid flow of tears and
wretched surge of bile
nor anchor myself
during bouts of sunny weather
instead, sleeping in an
unmade bed of sorrows
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I preferred to believe
I’d awake from a dream state
allowing my mind to escape
the scene of devastation
I jumped the gun
came out to rebuild
in the eye of the storm
progress washed away
when the winds returned
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elephants rolling by on balls of circus mice
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I stopped trying to fix
the parts of me that were
never broken
no false visions overtake me
only recollections of a bygone day
invading memories that never go away
Irrespective of time or
how much I pray
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I may be a statistical anomaly
prone to more than my share of
despair and folly
never have I been tried by
anything uncommon
but the same evils of
this scurrilous world
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 21~ Tempers Flare
The other guests had all gone. The yelling started when Frannie’s family and the Prenticits were the only ones left. “Who do you think you’re fooling here, Tony? Ginny turned you down because she knows she’s way too good for the likes of you, and from what I can tell, Francine did, too. Why don’t you just crawl back down to the docks where you belong.” “Oh, that’s rich coming from you, Prenticit. The docks, that’s your turf, ain’t it? I guess I’ll see you there later, won’t I? Maybe you can get in line behind me outside Dregs!”
By K.B. Silver Exclusive • a day ago
Time to change your life.
Is it even possible for you to change your life? A lot of people, more than there should be, are unhappy with their lives. But what are they doing about it? Usually nothing. People talk about how shitty their lives are and want change, but are they not taking the actions to change?
By Jen Phillipsabout 10 hours ago in Humans
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This was so poignant and beautifully written. Loved your poem!
This is a deeply evocative piece, K.B. Your imagery of trying to rebuild in the eye of the storm only to have progress washed away is a powerful metaphor for the exhaustion of the human spirit.