Checkerboard

Bitten by the slender twilight
I’m reminded winter howls
at my bones more each year,
the breeze reminding me February

marches between itinerant
daydreams. I want to taste life, catch it
in my hands & wash away
the dirt until the sky rhymes

with the ground. The earth meets
in the middle & she sees
the moonlight like a checkerboard,
colors jumping to be together.


© 2022 | Phillip Knight Scott

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Published by Phillip Knight Scott

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

26 thoughts on “Checkerboard

  1. This poem rewards re-reading, as it is dense with images, with a solid narrative strength. I like the way the first line starts this down a steady road from present to future, through the difficult to the surely amazing sight of earth herself viewing “..the moonlight like a checkerboard,/colors jumping to be together…” .My pleasure to read.

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  2. Loved this line, “I want to taste life, catch it in my hands & wash away the dirt until the sky rhymes” truly profound if we think about the polarity that exists and our unease with it. It’s hard to reside in the middle! 💓

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  3. “the moonlight like a checkerboard,
    colors jumping to be together”

    This for me is a hightened aspiration of self and a more maco outreaching for our world as well.

    Nice one!!!

    Much love…

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  4. This is absolutely gorgeous! I especially love; “I want to taste life, catch it in my hands & wash away the dirt until the sky rhymes with the ground.”❤️❤️

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  5. Sorry I missed your poem earlier than now. This line is so full of mystery. Indefinable really:
    “wash away
    the dirt until the sky rhymes
    with the ground”
    One of those things your can’t define but you know it when you feel it.

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  6. Major activity here, Phil. I like the best the checkerboard effect at the end and also these lines, “wash away the dirt until the sky rhymes with the ground.” I try to ‘see’ that effect and probably come close but I suppose it won’t be what you had in mind. That’s the beauty of poetry, making it fit ones situations.
    ..

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