Memories

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

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 12 years and 5-year-old son. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now! https://amzn.to/3oVCG77

6 thoughts on “Memories

  1. 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

    Like

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