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

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Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now! https://amzn.to/3oVCG77

53 thoughts on “Discolored past

  1. Our planet does have a heartbeat and I think I can hear it when I slip into the dreamscape. The wildflowers and ants add another dimension to the poem. I read this one twice. nicely woven

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

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