The hands on the clock
slowly orbit the pale, dull face,
seemingly unaware
that the snow brought
a chill (or
at least a hint.)
The sun almost
shone as babies blinked,
staring at nothing
a general malaise that
lay beneath bubbles and
banana pudding breath.
Yes
snow covers the grass
and
a cold chill echoes through
the last
of a winter storm that turned whatever
we had planned black and cold,
echoes.
Depression cries out
through the seemingly endless black
(where noise blinds us,
while
not so long ago
this all made sense).
Amid the senselessness
of another terrifying flash
of lightning –
of the fury
that flares for an instant
then recedes
to background noise – we
find solitude, short
of understanding.
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019
Often Mumbled Musings 
Very beautiful way of discussing time and how so much is going on around us all the time. Love Joni
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Thanks! Was worried it may be a bit dark for early Sunday morning…
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Well I enjoy my Sunday but your prose was beautifully descriptive. Something beautiful never takes away from only adds to. Thanks. Have a great day! Love ❤️ J
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“We find solitude, short of understanding” – this line is a beautiful punch to the gut, as we humans are so wired to want to understand. I have had some moments of solitude that gave me opportunities to embrace what we cannot understand and even see value in the mystery. Thank you for bringing me back to that solitude. I really enjoyed your poem.
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Thanks so much -and glad you liked it!
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I especially love your closing line, being a big fan of solitude myself!
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Thanks 🙂
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From other people and even yourself
you might find a short understanding
ask to be heard so you can deliver
but understood, don’t get too demanding
ask yourself does he/she can really help?
ask this, in which land are you landing?
my advice is, try always to do your best
you will become in someone outstanding.
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