How could I scrimp and save
In unbridled expression of
My amorously impassioned meditations and
Deepest grieving affectations?
ᝰ✍🏻 .ᐟ
When it comes to translating
Lived experience to black symbolic lines
Doled out to the weary world
On contrasting pristine white
How could I spend
Letters and punctuation with a
Hesitating, thrifty mind?
ᝰ✍🏻 .ᐟ
When words froth up from deep inside
Churning and whipping
To a heady phrase-packed foam
Stiff-peaked stanzas spilling over the edge of
My swirling liquid soul
In a nostalgic semi-solid dome
How could I bring myself to
Shut down the manifesting flow?
ᝰ✍🏻 .ᐟ
A multitude of free-form thinks
Are constantly crowding to
Escape my racing thoughts
Pressure building to a whistling hisssss
Babbling paeans seeping from pores unclogged
A vapor of misty musings, my constant companion
Condensing into droplets
On any walls I stand within
Birthing rhyming couplets and jaunty tercets
Converging into dribbling streams of metered sonnets and lyrical sestinas
Rung around with a cloud of haiku and quatrain
Every step I take, interpretive
Leaving imprints in the land
Heart-wrenching ballads pour forth
Watering whispered seeds of remembrance
Nourishing the secret scenes of my heart
Reaping a systolic syllabic bounty
Chatter flooding my body like
Blood in my veins
Praise racing across lips and fingertips
Quivering with gratitude, profound
ᝰ✍🏻 .ᐟ
As a prodigal painter of poetic portraiture
I am in perpetual need of pigments to fill my palette
I CRAVE:
~expanded shades of every spectral hue to layer and blend
building texture and depth to a frighteningly surreal
representation of reality
~more extravagant paper and pens
I long ago abandoned moderation
maximizing transferred emotion
filling the space between lines
with subtext overflowing
~embellishments, glittering, sheer, and metallic
details are the real opium of the masses
voracious for further news on
the story behind the story
I pour more fuel on the inextinguishable linguistic blaze
to searing cries of "more, more, more"
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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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
Comments (2)
Impressively vivid imagery… starting slowly and gently to end in a torrent. Love: “ Birthing rhyming couplets and jaunty tercets Converging into dribbling streams of metered sonnets and lyrical sestinas Rung around with a cloud of haiku and quatrain” And the concluding ‘painting” imagery.🤩
What is poetry, if not to express our deepest thoughts and emotions? Beautifully expressed throughout.