my interactions with
the muse
have brought me down
to one conclusion
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆💡⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
my skull must surely be comprised
of a delicate clear blown-glass globe
filled with viscous liquid
a scintillating suspension
faceted diamond glitter flashing in
every color light can bend
every shade a mind
could or could not comprehend
❅*̩̩͙‧ ͙͛ 🔮 ͙͛ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆
fairies on wires
cemented to dangle at
varying carefully calculated angles
every time I hear a tune
I roll and rock
disturbing their carefully confined
radiantly shining world
❅*̩̩͙‧ ͙͛ 🧚🏻♀️ ͙͛ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆
Diving and swimming
through shimmering thoughts
soaring and bounding off the
microscopic flitting spots
floating on bubbles until they
˗ˏˋ POPˎˊ˗
interfacing with
my own overly active
imagination
scrambled around
until the snowing stops
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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Comments (3)
This is such a gorgeously whimsical metaphor for creativity.
I enjoy your tactile imagery and your use of images in your poems. This is another delightful read. I also enjoyed the resolution - "...until the snowing stops." Been there. Prefer fairies and glitter. Nice work!
Interesting concept for your Muse, and you got a great poem from it