I sit and stare as I’m actively focusing
Information constantly pouring in
My eyes transfixed on a tree knot four layers deep
There’s a candle, a window, snow, and phone-line in front of me
Dull eyes constantly robotically focusing
All the while my mind keeps on listening
Like a sensual battle I fight without knowing it
Until finally there is a break in the melodic droning
It breaks the spell on my mind
Cast on eyes and ears simultaneously
I shake the fog away and shock my limbs into moving
I adjust to the lighting the room is quietly basking in
I narrow in on an unfinished project there
I’m off again, my eye now focused inwardly
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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