Shell

Posted byPhillip Knight ScottPosted inPoemsTags:, , , , ,

I’ll not wake up, no,
swimming here in this conch shell
of a life, shadows tickling my ear,
playing house while the real
world assumes it’s won.

I’ll not confront it, no,
kicking up the remains of reality
swept under expensive furniture
when we could afford the luxury
of not caring.

I’ll remain in my head,
enveloped by this conch shell,
closed to those sounds desperate
to encroach, honking displeasure
at deaf eyes shut.

(c) 2019 Phillip Knight Scott

Written in response to the Sunday Muse #68 photo and the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Wake.

Photography by Edouard Boubat

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now! https://amzn.to/3oVCG77

11 thoughts on “Shell”

  3. I think perhaps we had a similar response to the image. Reality, we all need an escape from it. Such a creative expression of that truth.

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  5. Hang in there. The shift is coming, and requires the very thing you (and I) are doing.

    Love this: ‘kicking up the remains of reality
swept under expensive furniture
when we could afford the luxury
of not caring.’

    Oof. Well said. 🙏

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