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
Prompts:
- Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Write a poem that starts with bitten
- Fandango’s One Word Challenge: itinerant
- Shay’s Word Garden Word List #13: daydreams, twilight
Often Mumbled Musings 
There is a sense of motion here, both of the physical and of time. Nicely done.
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Thank you so much!
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The momentum the words paint in this expresses our relationship with time perception very well.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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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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So kind – thanks so much : )
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Oh yes,, the movement in this is awesome! Love ‘until the sky rhymes with the ground’ sigh ~~~~
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Thanks so much Helen 🙂
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Bitten by the slender twilight
I’m reminded winter howls
at my bones more each year,
What a stunning start…really good poetry…
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Thanks so much : )
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Wonderful write Phillip.
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Thanks so much, Rob!
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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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Thanks so much, Tricia! I think I’m innately looking for order in places it’s not always obvious
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“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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Thanks so much! We should all jump together more
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I really enjoyed this–so much going on in this short poem. I love the imagery–so very different.
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Thanks so much! We should all be a little different
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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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So kind. Thank you!
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Beautifully written with wonderful imagery!
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Thank you!
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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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I agree – hard to define but relatable, I hope!
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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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Love the sense of rhymes meeting the ground…. poetry landing much the same as the spring may come
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