Discolored past

Photo by Sue Vincent

The rocks mark the ground
between prospering weeds enriched
by the warmth of a sun surging overhead,
encircling those of us interred
on a planet whose
percussive heartbeat rocks me to sleep.

I sense the presence of wildflowers,
of ants scurrying together in the dirt,
of life — too bountiful to count or name — 
thriving in the darkness or 
at least out of sight — 
I dare not note a difference in perspective.

Photos remain after we pass on
a gentle breeze that thoughtlessly turns
blacks to sepia, discoloring too many memories
otherwise cruelly lost
in darkness 
though the sun shines tomorrow.


Phillip Knight Scott | © 2020

My first poem of the new year! Submitted to dVerse Poets Pub Open Mic Night #257

Written for:

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.

53 thoughts on “Discolored past

  1. It’s uncanny how you’ve captured the atmosphere of the image, Phillip, and ventured further into the landscape, especially in these lines:
    ‘I sense the presence of wildflowers,
    of ants scurrying together in the dirt’;
    and into the philosophical:
    ‘Photos remain after we pass on
    a gentle breeze that thoughtlessly turns
    blacks to sepia, discoloring too many memories’.

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  2. You snagged me at /discoloring too many memories otherwise cruelly lost in the darkness/. Picture prompts are always cool, unlocking imaginative meandering.

    Liked by 1 person

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