Whittling time away on the banks of possibility’s ebbing crystal sandbar. Reflecting inspiration in fountainous rainbow wellsprings.
‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡
Once upon a three-ring hang-up, I called back to find I misdialed, but they beamed me up anyway.
‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡
Nixie, Nymph, or Sprite. The chaotic myth delight. Yet don’t give in, or you’ll not be given return to your former life.
‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡
Distant dreamer flying on wings of stardust and syntax. Build billowing paragraphs of prose with tinkering tongue and pilfering pencil in the glowing blacklight.
‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡
Entrance to the fairy realm could lie in any land. You’ve only to stop frantically searching, dangling from the ledge of belief, and you'll plummet right in.
‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡‧₊˚🌈✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡
Reminiscence in a bottle is the essence of what makes poetry so mysterious and enchanting. A dash for your spirit, a splash for the heart. Ease up if things are getting ham-fistedly nostalgic.
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 6~A Long Way Down
Francine was taken aback by the sudden shift in conversation but felt much better since their dimensional shift, so she acquiesced. It wasn’t as if she weren’t curious to see the place after all. Or why her questions about the war struck such a chord and were consistently ignored by all.
By K.B. Silver Exclusive • 3 months ago
1:49am
4/16/25 1:49am I want to breathe death in my larynx and feel loose change in the torn and raggedy pockets of my mother’s cardigan. The water is next to the bed. It’s not cold and never will be. So I guess what’s left is us; we will walk with crooked feet on a path carved by ancient societies. You will borrow my shoes. I will taste vengeance in my tea and convince myself it’s good for my liver. Coffee is fine too. Yes, that’s all. I will think about how I want to kiss you and, the clouds, they will rise to space, and leaves, they will glue their limbs back together. The sun has been out for weeks. This screw isn’t any looser than when I bought it. But I will wake up and I will be in the ship that splits in two and slide my sullen palms across its tundric pillow. I never took swimming lessons so whatever happens is meant to be. I’m sorry if that upsets you. I’m sorry I said that. Anyway, I want to lie nude in wildflowers with ants who build colonies and worms who can’t see. You have a problem with textures. You can’t help it. I could try to tell you things, like how I want my children to understand how little everything is and to not be afraid of the giant fingers that grab at sewing needles in their dreams. I could say it always scared me. It’s just not right. But listen, back to it: I want to indulge in passion and binge affection. Is it a sin if it helps? I will endure the things I am given and inculcate everyone around me to do the same. Do five laps around the block before you respond, whatever helps. I will tell you I want harmony to be palpable and wheels of recognition to be locked in an imperishable gear. Refill the pot if it’s empty. What I want has nothing to do with me. Diagonal tile is cold, you know, and my hair gets crunchy after too long out there. I want this lesson to end.
By Olivia Dodge7 days ago in Poets
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This is so whimsical and enchanting.
Love the aesthetics you've got going on here. Inspiration in fountainous wellsprings. What a line! Such a lovely vivid way to drift. Ooo love the story weaved into this. I don't think I want to return to my former life, lol. Build billowing. These words are good together. I think you've taken us there. To this fairy realm. The creativity in choice of words. Outside the box thinking. The length of your sentences, really brought the magic to life. Ooo 'ham-fistedly' I will remember this and I will remember you because of it. Fantastic work as always K.B 🤗❤️🖤
Oh!! An acrostic!!! Wonderfully 🤗done, KB <3 <3 <3