Energy racing up and down
inside and out
I let it flow round
pushing it out, then yanking it back
⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌈
Letting the bubble float above my head
I spin using the energy
Holding it between
the palms of my hands
as an anchoring point
for my built-up momentum
⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌈🟣
Every time I throw myself away
I keep hold of the ball
reversing the move
rocking the sway
⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌈🟣
Leaving it in the center
I bound and twist
never allowing it to transition or slip
⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌈🟣
Rotating and revolving like a
satellite stuck in its gravity
expending all of my
pent up energies
⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌈🟣
Spending motion like
it’s cold hard currency
slapping down the bills
watching the coins spin
on edge till they stop
⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌈🟣
Not dropping to my side
just posing
heaving
hard satisfied breaths
⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌈🟣
The kind you know you
got your money’s worth
the cool-down comes
the crackling ball dissipates
slow deliberate moves
to siphon the heat
⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌈
Pump the air brakes
the hissing and collapse
finally at peace
I can rest now
the energy released
K.B. Silver
⋆⁺₊⋆ 🌈🟣⋆⁺₊⋆🟣🌈⋆⁺₊⋆🌈🟣⋆⁺₊⋆🟣🌈⋆⁺₊⋆🌈🟣⋆⁺₊⋆🟣🌈⋆⁺₊⋆
You can find this piece recorded along with Pretty in Stanza Cannon issue nine.
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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