Recycling Energy
Small Heat Haiku #1
moist exhalation
clouds thaw cupped fingers, friction
stokes warmth that lingers
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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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CH 16~ Gallant in Search of Goddess
The Prenticits’ villa was technically several miles outside the walls of Old Sanctville. Shipbuilders who rose to nobility in Killoran Meganti, the previous ruler’s reign, for their contribution to the Imperial Navy, the Prenticits have shipyards in every major port city to supply lifeboats and longboats. The original yard next to their Villa was a popular spot for Nobles to have custom regatta shells made. Their hands-on legacy was exactly the sort of thing both the Adremas and the Arsenaults found appealing.
By K.B. Silver Exclusive • about a month ago
Comments (9)
Congratulations! Love the last line.
Congratulations! Lovely and clever haiku. :D
K.B., congratulations on your win❣ I will need to rely on recycled energy here in New York- it is freezing.
Congratulations!💖
Congrats K.B.!!
Wooohooooo congratulations on your honourable mention! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Congratulations on your placement! This was a really lovely poem!
Congrats!
Too relatable! It’s in the twenties here and I’m freezing my ass off right now. Great haiku, you perfectly captured the feeling in such a small written space