New Fit

I tried on your love,
and must I say;
it is
the most flattering outfit
I have ever worn.


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Pond(er)

A butterfly perched on the tip of a lily,
tells me the story of narcissus;
so engulfed in the image he created for himself,
that he drowned in the mirror of the pond,
not unlike the one I find myself lost in.

I lie in wait,
eyes glued to the stillness of the water,
the very same poised towards a silver sky,
searching for beauty in a reflected image,
wondering where he found such confidence;
expanded to the point of arrogance.

I have been named selfish, a time or two,
and not once, have I pondered the idea
that I may be an image of perfection
by any way of its meaning.

I have witnessed those self-involved,
and not once have I seen
such an overpowerment
as to fall in love with oneself.

And with the delicate retelling,
I wonder if he was a flawed version of the man
that the gods meant to create,
or if it was a trait gifted to him
by the very same that punished him for it.


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One-Track Mind

I look at you
and I do not think about
the songbird playing a tune at dawn
or the marigolds sprouting
along the base of the fence.

I do not think about
the closets stuffed with skeletal remains
or the hallways littered
in the ghosts of past residents.

I look at you
and I do not think about the pain
needed to suffer
to view the beauty in nature’s movies.

I see only you,
a model perfected by the hands of God
in a simulation where the choice is ours
with what to do with the connection
from creation to this moment.

I believe only in a heaven
that spawns us in the same world,
and into the paths of arms
wrapped tightly
around the promise of forever.

I think not about the surrounding,
but your smile,
this tunnel vision commanded
by the programmer
that made a one-track mind
the only right
in a world of wrongs.


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Serenity Now? – Phillip Knight Scott

Hello Hello! I know, I am terribly, horribly late in posting the winner for this contest. My only excuse is the business of life!

Congratulations Phillip, with ‘Serenity Now?’


We are all connected. The woman
in line at the grocery store
too tired to say no to one more question.
The young man scanning the Skittles
his arm a pendulum absentmindedly marking
time. And me at attention
with the world while my phone
shows zero bars and I long to march on.

We all crave serenity. The woman
thinking of a euphoric cacophony of silence
that a mouthful of candy may bring.
The young man clocked out and finding
ecstasy absent the din of beeps, glorying
in his moment. And me raptured
from this world and returned home
where my wifi vigorously absolves me.

 

Life Before Death

I ask the crow to sing a happy tune
and flash it’s pretty feathers;
To fly in the aroma of the flowers
watered and tended to by us.
I ask the crow to sing a joyful song
despite it’s cries;
To disregard his image of sorrow,
and instead rejoice in the garden
we rise in the middle of the desert.
I tell the crow of life’s limits
and ask him to celebrate with us
the promise of tomorrow
in the color
of all we’ve grown tall;
To relax
in a beauty too great to overlook.


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