Hope — or the appearance
of cloudy dreams lifting me
above
gray skies
underfoot — can be heard on the horizon
itself,
disrupted by frenetic thunder
no longer.
Fog — tribute to a once cloudy
future you’ve helped bring into
focus with wire-framed
glasses — no longer obscures a rain-soaked path
insisting
we make this journey together
much longer.
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott
Prompts
- Fandango’s One Word Challenge: frenetic
- Word of the Day Challenge: tribute
- Ragtag Daily Prompt: fog
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My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 12 years and 5-year-old son. 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
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This is so brilliant. I love the imagery in the lines “disrupted by frenetic thunder no longer” and “.. focus with wire-framed glasses — no longer obscures a rain-soaked path”. Brings to my mind the morning after a heavy storm, the air crisp and clean and inviting. Thank you.
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Thanks so much!
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