There are many hours

I dreamt last night I was in
a ribbon-stitched competition
& though its details are lost
to the murky meanderings
of sleep, the image of her cheering
the loudest in the crowd
stayed with me
through the morning.

I’m tempted by stubborn clocks
that tick on lemon-kissed walls
to believe the world changes
in the sunlight, but no matter the hour
I hear her over the noise
calling me home.

Β© 2022 | Phillip Knight Scott

Shay’s Word Garden Word List #9 (Joan Colby): clocks, kissed, ribbon, stitched, tempted

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!

20 thoughts on “There are many hours

  1. Oh this is lovely! And i understand just what you mean. Just as a nightmare can stay with us all morning like an unpleasant smell, a wonderful dream can lift our spirits for hours afterward. There are some things I will never do again due to my age, but in dreams i still get to do them sometimes and it’s marvelous.

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  2. “I’m tempted by stubborn clocks
    that tick on lemon-kissed walls
    to believe the world changes”

    those are some really nice lines. i like the overall feel of this poem, not quite awake and not ready to let go of dream, very nice

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  3. Whatever else you said in the poem, my favorite part:
    “I’m tempted by stubborn clocks
    that tick on lemon-kissed walls”
    I also like the warmth of her nearness whether asleep or awake. I’m only guessing but it feels like this is about your mom. “Calling me home” can be taken a couple of different ways and I like the ambiguousness of how you leave it.

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