Life shook the trunk beneath me
Felling filled nests, dead limbs
And thirsty moss
Loosening my footing
As I neared the widening crown
One last robust quake
Proved enough to clear-cut my
Upright position
End over end, I fell
Grabbing slick branches
I crashed and tumbled
Fought and prayed
On my lashing journey
Slowed significantly
Still I crashed
Arms and legs comically
Splayed as if I were
A shuriken spent of energy
In the dead leaves below
Undaunted, I climb
Stalk and limb
To retake my position in
The sun-drenched
Canopy
Regrowing with each
Grasping step up
Carrying me to the blue
Air above
Where I will finally
Be able to breathe
I will set the winged monster free
On the breathy winds
Generated by the miracle of
Creativity
I will blow every
Traitorous platitude
Watching them
Dissipating into powdery ash
Scanning the infinite horizon
Despondency unbound
Every affliction of my spirit will
Fly far away
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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CH4~ Adjusting
Fifthday morning rolled around, and Francine rolled out of bed. As a time-saving measure, she had taken to wearing her hair braided down her back. This way, she didn’t have to worry about it either during training or throughout the rest of the day. Not having to rearrange her hair shaved a lot of time off of changing and getting ready.
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Comments (3)
Beautiful take on the challenge! Lovely poem. 💜
love the ending and perfect splash image. great entry!
Such an encouraging ending, not letting defeat stop you. Excellent poem.