I know you can't hear it
The driving beat I hum along to
No matter
The only choice is clear
Motion must continue
On into forever
No set pattern
No choreography
Or teachers here
Only what I know and feel
I must grasp hold of
Each and every day
Fearlessly
I am the only one
Steering the way
Interlacing my fingers
Through some incandescent
Flowering vines
Weaving them round my
Blurred eyes
So I can see as I dance on my way
Down life’s dimly
Lit winding pathway
Never stopping
Yet somehow employing the
Wherewithal to enjoy
The aroma of the flora
I encounter, dangling by
The sides, hanging above
My invigorated body
Prancing and singing
Writing little ditties
All the livelong day
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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Knightly Orders of the Eidruian Empire
Ancient or Pre-Megantani orders: Order of the Misty Glade: Knights of the Order of the Misty Glade are keepers of the rugged places and natural resources of the Eidru Empire. They are charged to both locate and keep account of available levels of valuable resources such as wood, fresh water, certain minerals, etc… When one resource dips too low, they dispatch knights to search out new deposits or avenues of extraction. The pick is the Order of the Misty Glade’s favored weapon and symbol, the iron head bearing the Knight’s badge number.
By K.B. Silver Exclusive • 3 months ago
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith7 days ago in Humor
Comments (2)
This was absolutely beautiful! Loved your poem!
This is such a joyful, free-spirited piece.