The wind carried the foul breath of war
no longer, washed clean of conflict
and heavy, putrid clouds ringed in black
for now.
For now peace peppers the air,
disinfecting blood-stained ground
like a writer desperate to scrub
away an ink blot or erase
an embarrassing metaphor.
For now the breeze of paradise
carries us to heaven, invented
by atheists who merely lack
imagination to try something
more permanent.
© 2021 Phillip Knight Scott
Written for Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #82: “War is over! If you want it.”
Often Mumbled Musings 
Lovely piece, now you have me thinking can there be an embarrassing metaphor? Can I have a witness? Hehe if there is one I have probably already used it. 🤗Joni
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I’m always afraid that my metaphors are embarrassing or too obvious!
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I love your work. I don’t think you can use a silly metaphor. One piece might mean something totally different to one person to another. Write what is in your heart my friend. Hugs 🤗 Joni
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Thanks so much, Joni! I think we all have those moments of self-doubt.
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Still looking for the breeze of paradise … and metaphorical splendor …
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Sadly, ‘for now’ may be all too true – but then again, ‘now’ is all we’ve got, and where it’s at, we’re often told – so let’s make the most of it.
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I love this line: “For now peace peppers the air“
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Thanks so much — perhaps peppermint too?
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Each stanza, a story on its own … the last especially, left me with chills.
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That is so kind, Helen. Thank you 🙂
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