Where do they go?
All the thought-up fragments
Those A Ha! moments
The midnight ramblings
and daytime scramblings
for pencils and scraps
that never seems to be handy
~*~
In just one second
an entire work forms
and in half the time
it unravels
into a pile of letters
Like a clipped-up magazine
a serial killer
left lying scattered on the floor
~*~
A faded silhouette
of an idea you once knew
Formless and shapeless
slipping out of view
The more you grasp for it
the less you feel in control
~*~
Intimidation will never
lure out your quarry
Patience and distraction
are the treats it craves
Leave them on the plate
and turn away
~*~
If your tribute is accepted
pounce and dig your nails in
In fact, get the ink pad
and roll around in it
No time for brushes
just take a blotting
get the feel of it
You can fill in
the details later
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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