I know you can't hear it
The driving beat I hum along to
No matter
The only choice is clear
Motion must continue
On into forever
No set pattern
No choreography
Or teachers here
Only what I know and feel
I must grasp hold of
Each and every day
Fearlessly
I am the only one
Steering the way
Interlacing my fingers
Through some incandescent
Flowering vines
Weaving them round my
Blurred eyes
So I can see as I dance on my way
Down life’s dimly
Lit winding pathway
Never stopping
Yet somehow employing the
Wherewithal to enjoy
The aroma of the flora
I encounter, dangling by
The sides, hanging above
My invigorated body
Prancing and singing
Writing little ditties
All the livelong day
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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