Beach lungs

Phillip Knight ScottAugust 21, 2021Poemslove, micropoetry, poem, Poetry, prompt, sunset

They broke up on the balcony, waves
beaten back by the beach
somewhere between words and stuttered
“buts” that led nowhere but.

All I wanted was a cigarette but
who could enjoy a slow death while love
ran out of breath below, air escaping
exhausted lungs, tired of fighting.

We’ll try to imagine their journey that ends
here between drying, pre-loved beach-towels,
thinking there must be uglier
places to start over.

Response to Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #223 – Pre-loved

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 View more posts

6 thoughts on “Beach lungs”

-Eugi ☕️ says:

August 21, 2021 at 3:56 pm

I’ve always enjoyed your poetry, Phillip. Did you take a hiatus? Thank you for following my blog.

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1. Phillip Knight Scott says:
  
  August 21, 2021 at 5:10 pm
  
  Thanks so much:) yea I took a little break and came back more inspired, which I guess was the point. Glad to read more of your stuff too!
  
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  1. -Eugi ☕️ says:
    
    August 22, 2021 at 11:14 am
    
    Welcome back! We all need a break every now and then.
    
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Na'ama Yehuda says:

August 21, 2021 at 8:45 pm

ah, the sun-bleached beaches and the pre-loved towels. Sounds good to me. 🙂

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anonymasked says:

August 22, 2021 at 10:05 pm

I can’t choose one line over the other. Every single sentence is beautiful! “Pre-loved Beach towels” is a nice take. Love it 💕

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1. Phillip Knight Scott says:
  
  August 23, 2021 at 7:48 am
  
  Thanks so much for the kind words 🙂
  
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