The festive shade arranges our regret
in dark circles beneath well-lit disco balls
that perceive more than they admit.
We can try to escape — reason born
of wisdom implores the effort of
savvy sailors drifting too close
to menacing falls — and if we find absolution
when awakened, free of misplaced remorse,
paint our knees penitent, prudent
while shouting in the winds of the future,
shaking but confident in the effort of
reclaiming the shade for ourselves.
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019
Written for the Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Awakening
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Superbly poetic, about refinding/repairing ourselves…. and I know the feelings…
“paint our knees penitent, prudent” ….
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Thanks Ivor 🙂
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I love it all, but that last stanza really got me. “Shouting in the winds of the future…” powerful image.
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Thanks so much H 🙂
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I, too, am struck by “shouting in the winds of the future.”
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It can feel like that sometimes.
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I’m uncertain of meaning here (“misplaced remorse”?), but I enjoy the contrast of shade and disco balls, and am all for retaining/regaining the private space. Each image is provocative.
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Thanks?
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May be repentance is a kind of awakening.
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It sure can be
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Oh, your last stanza got me too! Amazing piece!
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Thanks Eugenia!!
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Most welcome!
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This is breathtakingly potent! ❤️ I especially love; “reason born of wisdom implores the effort of savvy sailors drifting too close to menacing falls.” 🙂
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That last stanza was a beauty.
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