I don’t blame trees for blanketing
the grass
in brown memories of greener
months
nor the sun for plunging out
of view
while the clock still has hours left
to roll.
I’ve noticed that time moves at its
own pace
& memories come in different
colors
some at pleasant octaves we sing
along with
others hum so softly we don’t
notice them.
My earliest memories of you feel new
like yesterday
and worn in like a hundred years
of polish
dazzling as they hang from a pedestal
of stars
outshining even my brightest
wishes.
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott
Written for pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge #804 — octave, clock, pedestal
Often Mumbled Musings 
Loved this Phillip! Thank you so much for writing something so beautiful for the 3TC today.
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Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it. I really appreciate the time you put into coming up with these challenges every day 🙂
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With results like you’re producing, I enjoy it even more!!
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just noticed my like hadn’t registered! Immediately rectified!
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Your words are truly something I will remember.
Thank You
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What a lovely piece. I just think this stanza is so beautiful:
“My earliest memories of you feel new
like yesterday
and worn in like a hundred years
of polish
dazzling as they hang from a pedestal
of stars
outshining even my brightest
wishes.”
What a very lovely thing to say to someone you love. Truly beautiful. Have an amazing week. Joni
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