
I spent a lifetime waiting
For mine to finally begin
Wasting away
Blowing off grain by grain
In the wind
I was atrophied in the position I began
Though I tried out many poses
None seemed to
Give any supportive assistance
So I reverted to
My instinctual choice
Taking what seemed like centuries
To erode to completion
The particulate collecting
In drifts wherever the
Drafts carry and deposit me
I am swept into a pile
Used as sand to
Fill crooked-faced dolls and
A poorly timed hourglass
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
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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