~Reflection~
A ripple drew me to the edge
I crept on moss silent as the dead
As I peered down at still, cool, blue
All I could see was you.
I vowed that would never be
So I slipped the banks, forever staying me.
~~Poetry Is~~
The jumble of words in my head at night
The scribbles on a scrap I must puzzle in glaring lamp-light
Percolating thoughts finally bubbled into a facsimile of life
The difference between perpetual ignorance and insight
The truth transgressors tried to hide
The voice I broadcast, blaring out into the void
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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