I walk the edge of fine golden scrollwork
My eyes too dazzled to see the end coming
I crashed into a hairline of ice
Skidding off the edge
Swimming upwards
Through shards of rainbow-flavored glass
Head bobbing through fairy floss clouds
Flopping on a twinkling translucent diamond sand beach
Wriggling through inch by inch
With Broken arms and tied-up legs
Emerging from my glittering Chrysalis
Only to fly up toward the sun and find
A golden spiral waiting for me to alight upon its slender line
Replaying the shine in my eyes as I recline in pure bliss
K.B. Silver
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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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