drowning my sorrows in
the golden mead of sages
slipping into
the flickering backlit
stream of endless ages
past and present
merge and splash
words slick and
intoxicating
collide in a
gravity-defying crash
surface tension repelling
rivulets of recognition
and whole cloth creation
flowing, swirling together
yet, never co-mingling
their contrasting
complexions
splattering
defined
on the concrete
duo chromatic smearing
evaporating
in a sun-fried conduction
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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