In Autumn | Phillip Knight Scott

It’s likely I’m in Autumn. The leaves reflect the glint

of the sun — lower in the sky though still creating

a schism in the heavens — golden light among

yellow and red foliage. I hang a bit lower these days.

Maybe I even glow a bit less bright — dimmed

.

over the years though still resolved in my journey —

silver hair replacing livelier colors.

I aged without consent, unsure how to ask the sun

to find a new pastime — one that doesn’t revolve around

changing seasons and forcing cheese into mold.


Phillip Knight Scott is a native of Durham, North Carolina, where he lives with his wife and son. He has published one book of poetry, Paint the Living, Plant the Dead, and one novel, The Alien in the Backseat, which can be found along with new poems on his website, phillipknightscott.com.

Amid Rain | Phillip Knight Scott

decisions should not
be
made in the rain.
(it seeps through your pours
and infests your)mind.

that is why i
slept on it.

dreaming in two dimensions
eliminates a third.
secondly. i concluded,


Phillip Knight Scott is a native of Durham, North Carolina, where he lives and writes poetry. A husband and father, he finds happiness in family, friends, reading, and writing. His work has been published in Vita Brevis Press and on his website, phillipkscott.com On twitter @phillipscott.

Originally posted on the site: 13/09/2019

Speedboat | Phillip Knight Scott

Viewed through a keyhole, a speedboat
provides the escape we’ve been looking for,
churning along the waves,
engine chewing water,
consuming miles in the offing, leaving only this
view through a keyhole, a speedboat
pulling us
– eyes growing smaller
– away.


Phillip Knight Scott is a native of Durham, North Carolina, where he lives and writes poetry. A husband and father, he finds happiness in family, friends, reading, and writing. His work has been published in Vita Brevis Press and on his website, phillipkscott.com On twitter @phillipscott.

Originally posted on the site: 09/09/2019

At dusk (tangerine orange) | Phillip Knight Scott

As blues turn a tangerine orange,
dusk surrounds each of us with the promise
of another day, soon to peak through
the leaves of this old tree, reaching,
straining, but never able to feel blue.

How small is the tree, as the sun radiates,
warmth engulfing everything with the hope
that the vastness of existence pours through
everything with a purpose that we, reaching,
straining, are never able to understand?


Phillip Knight Scott is a native of Durham, North Carolina, where he lives and writes poetry. A husband and father, he finds happiness in family, friends, reading, and writing. His work has been published in Vita Brevis Press and on his website, phillipkscott.com On twitter @phillipscott.

Selected by the editor as a featured submission, June 2020

Originally posted on the site: 30/08/2019