my interactions with
the muse
have brought me down
to one conclusion
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆💡⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
my skull must surely be comprised
of a delicate clear blown-glass globe
filled with viscous liquid
a scintillating suspension
faceted diamond glitter flashing in
every color light can bend
every shade a mind
could or could not comprehend
❅*̩̩͙‧ ͙͛ 🔮 ͙͛ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆
fairies on wires
cemented to dangle at
varying carefully calculated angles
every time I hear a tune
I roll and rock
disturbing their carefully confined
radiantly shining world
❅*̩̩͙‧ ͙͛ 🧚🏻♀️ ͙͛ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆
Diving and swimming
through shimmering thoughts
soaring and bounding off the
microscopic flitting spots
floating on bubbles until they
˗ˏˋ POPˎˊ˗
interfacing with
my own overly active
imagination
scrambled around
until the snowing stops
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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