PHILLIP KNIGHT SCOTT - POEMS

Phillip Knight Scott is a native of Durham, North Carolina, where he lives and writes poetry. His work has appeared in Vita Brevis, Literary Yard, Olives Skins, and Whispers and Echoes, among others. A husband and father, he finds happiness in family, friends, reading, and of course writing. 

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The afterthought of
an astronaut destroyed
the earth and with a
final birth we
said good-bye.

The star gazer wearing the
plaid blazer blinked
as identity fused
with infinity and
everything went dark.

Somewhere I chuckle
knowing by tomorrow
black surrounds black
and compounds all,
condensed at last.

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​Revolution

​White and airy, floating down,
swaying in the breeze like wind chimes
without the gentle ringing
alerting us of the comforting breeze
she’s falling
downward into the widening
mouth of time that slowly lurches forward
with each inch she unclimbs,
uncertain and unknowing.
she’s falling.

The sun rises and I look into
her eyes again for the first time.

Eternity unfolds like an accordion
playing love songs in polka dots
because stripes run too straight
and she encircles me,
her axis atilt as she dances
around space, spiraling closer to me,
each new day a revolution
and she engulfs me.

time is reborn with each dawn
and rejuvenates with each sunset.

​misery wears a crown

​I.
misery wears a crown,
resting politely
on his head.
old men wave
as indifference
flutters by.

stars don’t dance
tonight. 
acquiescing,
I step into
a cloud of purple.

II.
the sunlight plays
Mozart as I waltz
beneath the shade
of a tree, 

  empty of leaves,
leaving me grazing
among barren
                    waves
of grain.

​anticipation

Unpack your soul,
open the lid
and watch you
spill on the floor and mix
          with me
now before you.

Break the silence
only miles create
          and
drop
the words so they
travel through
          space
only traveled by You.

Go before
me and
          I’m sure
to come behind until
we walk
          among the garden
fingers entwined, the world forgot.

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