A funeral, then the beach –
tastes hot in my mouth,
clinging to top of my mouth,
lingering unwanted
black heat into the void.
The sun insists on spitting
spicy splinters of light,
splashing in my eyes, children
playing on retinas, harmless
and infuriating – such indifference.
A hurricane, then back home –
feels wet on my face,
showering on a young shopping cart
creeping to the bike rack
winding eyes wide in witness.
I dare not wade into
mischievous waters, churning
in the pit of my stomach,
longing for relax, last
to reach the calming land.
(c) 2019 by Phillip Knight Scott
Prompt: “mischievous waters” from Go Dog Go Cafe. Come join us!
Often Mumbled Musings 
A quietly moving poem Phillip, and I adored this stanza…
“The sun insists on spitting
spicy splinters of light,
splashing in my eyes, children
playing on retinas, harmless
and infuriating ā such indifference.”
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Thanks so much! That stanza is my favorite too
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When I have the time, I like to read the read poems thoroughly and hopeful make a thoughtful comment….
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Loved this as well – spitting spicy splinters. Genius. Alliteration that made me think of The Raven (poe). Well done.
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WOW! Edgar Allan? thanks so much!
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I hope you’ve evacuated ahead of Dorian.
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Yep home safe and sound.
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What a powerful offering. I love it. And the image is perfectly paired to the words. Wow.
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Wow thanks š
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You are welcome!
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