Bubbles in youth

I lack the spirit
of my younger self,
that satisfying zest
I’ve since replaced
with cynicism or something
just as sour.

Perhaps it’s merely
misplaced, that zeal
that bubbles in youth,
a soapy froth sterilizing
us as we age
unless we embrace the dirt.


Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for the dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #93: Spirited Poems & VJ’S WEEKLY CHALLENGE #75: SATISFYING

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. (Both the interstate and existence, in years). I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My goal is to visit all 30 MLB stadiums in the next 10 years. I’ve been to 5 so far! Obviously I enjoy writing, but I also enjoy watching and reading sci-fi. I’m slowly attempting to finish my first novel, a “humorous” sci-fi romp which may be finished one day. I am a Doctor Who obsessive and choose Star Trek over Star Wars.

36 thoughts on “Bubbles in youth

  1. Great metaphor. It does seem that we actually become overly obsessed with outside façades and polishing the exterior as we grow out of childhood. Alas, we are to take cue from those joyfully playing in the mud, with squeaky clean consciences.

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