My pen has been set ablaze
My soul, tested in the fire
It has come out purified
A pool of burning
Ink and desire
Every word saturated with
Volatile fuel
Even I am unsure
They will arrive
At eyes and ears
Before combusting
In a sea of white-hot
Truth and renewal
I try holding my breath
To avoid sparking
A back-draft
Sending me hurtling
In a burning
Spiral of emotion
Until I can’t
Be contained anymore
I blast out a plume
Like a raging dragon
The cloud of illuminated gas
Hot enough to be a red dwarf
Filled with a boiling
Solution of emotion
Causing all
Especially my beloved
To flee
In fear of melting
In the shimmering wake
None are safe
When the fireball kicks up
All combustible materials
Eaten up in its raging path
No exceptions made
I stand in the center of a
Barren landscape, swirling dust
Ash spilling from open hands
I will wander alone
Spontaneously combusting
Writing down every thought
Only to have
The words stoke up a spark
Igniting once again
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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