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Prodigal Poet

Overflowing with rhetoric

By K.B. Silver Published about a year ago 1 min read
Photo by Arthur A: https://www.pexels.com/photo/vintage-book-and-pages-on-display-31362777/

How could I scrimp and save

In unbridled expression of

My amorously impassioned meditations and

Deepest grieving affectations?

ᝰ✍🏻 .ᐟ

When it comes to translating

Lived experience to black symbolic lines

Doled out to the weary world

On contrasting pristine white

How could I spend

Letters and punctuation with a

Hesitating, thrifty mind?

ᝰ✍🏻 .ᐟ

When words froth up from deep inside

Churning and whipping

To a heady phrase-packed foam

Stiff-peaked stanzas spilling over the edge of

My swirling liquid soul

In a nostalgic semi-solid dome

How could I bring myself to

Shut down the manifesting flow?

ᝰ✍🏻 .ᐟ

A multitude of free-form thinks

Are constantly crowding to

Escape my racing thoughts

Pressure building to a whistling hisssss

Babbling paeans seeping from pores unclogged

A vapor of misty musings, my constant companion

Condensing into droplets

On any walls I stand within

Birthing rhyming couplets and jaunty tercets

Converging into dribbling streams of metered sonnets and lyrical sestinas

Rung around with a cloud of haiku and quatrain

Every step I take, interpretive

Leaving imprints in the land

Heart-wrenching ballads pour forth

Watering whispered seeds of remembrance

Nourishing the secret scenes of my heart

Reaping a systolic syllabic bounty

Chatter flooding my body like

Blood in my veins

Praise racing across lips and fingertips

Quivering with gratitude, profound

ᝰ✍🏻 .ᐟ

As a prodigal painter of poetic portraiture

I am in perpetual need of pigments to fill my palette

I CRAVE:

~expanded shades of every spectral hue to layer and blend

building texture and depth to a frighteningly surreal

representation of reality

~more extravagant paper and pens

I long ago abandoned moderation

maximizing transferred emotion

filling the space between lines

with subtext overflowing

~embellishments, glittering, sheer, and metallic

details are the real opium of the masses

voracious for further news on

the story behind the story

I pour more fuel on the inextinguishable linguistic blaze

to searing cries of "more, more, more"

K. B. Silver

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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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    Written by K.B. Silver