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Past Life in the Attic

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Balladeer
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0 posted 01-16-2000 01:30 AM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

There's a past life in my attic
Stashed in boxes on the floor
Days gone by but not forgotten
Of the life I knew before.

Keepsakes kept in cardboard coffins
Knick-knacks not so long ago
Keys to treasure chests of memories
Of a life I used to know.

Photographs in faded albums,
Matchbook covers by the score,
Styles of clothing so outrageous
That I can't believe I wore.

Every artifact I've hoarded
Triggers magic at my touch
Of those times long since forgotten
Which I once had loved so much.

There are letters from old sweethearts,
Cards from lovers I had known
Who, by now, have long since married
And have children of their own.

Baseball gloves and scented candles,
Rings of keys to unknown locks,
Treasures from my adolescence
Now resigned to cardboard box.

I am asked, upon occasion,
To clean out and start anew,
Take my past life to the trash heap...
Something I will never do.

There are times when life gets heavy,
Back starts aching from the load
And a soul needs santuary
So that it will not explode.

At those times, I climb the ladder,
Face takes on a peaceful glow
As I go once more to visit
That past life I used to know.

© Copyright 2000 Michael Mack - All Rights Reserved
Marge Tindal
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1 posted 01-16-2000 01:37 AM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Oh, Balladeer-

Right up my alley (or attic).
How I love to plunder through nostalgia.  
Does anybody but me care?
Nah, but someday they may.
Thank you for this wonderful musing.
~*Marge*~



 ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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Martie
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2 posted 01-16-2000 01:40 AM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Oh, I wish I had an attic for all my treasures from the past.  Loved the imagery in this the thought behind it--and the ending was perfect.  

 In the dew of little things,
the heart finds its morning
and is refreshed.
(ee cummings)
WhtDove
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3 posted 01-16-2000 02:15 AM       View Profile for WhtDove   Email WhtDove   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit WhtDove's Home Page   View IP for WhtDove

LOL @ those clothes though.  I have pictures of some of those I can't believe I wore either.  Great poem Balladeer!

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Where there is faith,
there is love.
Where there is love,
there is peace.
Where there is peace,
there is GOD.
Where there is GOD,
there is no need.

Hallmark


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4 posted 01-16-2000 03:34 AM       View Profile for Andrew Scott   Email Andrew Scott   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Andrew Scott

Sir Balladeer: Young as I still believe I am, I too have a few of those boxes.  Within are many things that bring back wonderful and sometimes painful memories... but they help me retain a sence of who I was and how I became the person I am today.  Once again, you have openned a window to the world with a beautiful view.  Thank you for sharing.
Kevin
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5 posted 01-16-2000 04:04 AM       View Profile for Kevin   Email Kevin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Kevin

must be pretty tough figuring out a way to top yourself day in and day out ball

this was too good
RobertB
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6 posted 01-16-2000 08:26 AM       View Profile for RobertB   Email RobertB   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for RobertB

yep.....my grandparents had this huge attic in their old farm house. It was so cool. Like one big time capsule!

Robert
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7 posted 01-16-2000 10:22 AM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

You've been in my attic, my Deer??? It certainly seems it.. I have to agree with Kevin here, too... How do you manage to do this so consistently?  You continue to amuse me, my friend...
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8 posted 01-16-2000 11:49 AM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for suthern

What a delight! *S* Great one, Balladeer!
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9 posted 01-16-2000 11:56 AM       View Profile for Lost Dreamer   Email Lost Dreamer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lost Dreamer

Thank you for shining the light and sharing your treasure chest of past memories you keep for special times. I too have more boxes of memories than I have furniture at this point in time. My husband thinks I'm a pack rat, but everything has a reason or a symbolism to me.
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10 posted 01-16-2000 12:19 PM       View Profile for Corinne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Corinne

Balladeer,

I face an attic full of boxes stacked high,
keepsakes from my children of days gone by.
Masterpieces all, inkblots and clay blobs,
reminders of adulthood and all that it robs.

So much that a storage space is now required,
for downsizing lives that became too mired.
The splitting of assets is what is done,
do I surrender this painting of a house and sun?

Will he care for this stuff, packed with care,
or lose it one day, forget that it's there?
When my children have children of their own,
will they pass these on, from home to home?

Or are the real memories stored elsewhere
deep in the heart, in a place called forever?

Corinne
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11 posted 01-16-2000 12:55 PM       View Profile for Shrinking Violet   Email Shrinking Violet   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Shrinking Violet

My attic is under the bed and I will not get rid of one bittersweet item there. Thank you for your gift of expression that allows me to be in touch with the past I have learned from.
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12 posted 01-16-2000 01:13 PM       View Profile for Marilyn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Marilyn

These precisous things are nothing more,
Then triggers to our past.
The memories, they are forescore,
And burried in our heart.

The scarf you wore still holds your scent,
When brought up to my nose.
The pictures vivid, of time spent,
Run rampant through my mind.

You think these bobbles are just that,
To me a mem'ry each.
To throw them out there with the rats,
Is to throw me out as well.



[This message has been edited by Marilyn (edited 01-16-2000).]
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13 posted 01-16-2000 01:14 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

Marge....others do care, believe me.

Martie...your appreciation always makes me feel good.

WhtDove...ain't it the truth! I'm selling my leisure suits to Ron!

Andrew...you are absolutely right. Our keepsakes are indeed a roadmap of what roads we've traveled and how we got to be who we are. Thank you.

Kevin...I DO run out of ideas but then I eat a can of vienna sausages, go to bed, and usually wake up with something!

RobertB...Exactly. Attics are indeed time capsules from the past and history classrooms.

Nan....your amusement is always a top priority with me  

Suthern...your words are always a wonderful sight (if they don't contain the word "Toe") LOL!

Corinne...great poetic response. Space is always a problem for sure. As far as the true memories residing in the heart...yes, they do but there are times they can get glazed over with the present, problems, worries, frustrations so much that it is easy to lose track of them without visible reminders. That's why songs, for example, can trigger so many memories when we hear them. Memories can get buried in the heart and we need a key to release them. Thank you for a wonderful response.

Violet...Atta girl! Don't get rid of a thing. Thank you.

Marilyn...you are so right. What we are is what we were and the two are inseperable. A terrific response. I thank you.  



[This message has been edited by Balladeer (edited 01-16-2000).]
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I don't have an attic but this sure sounds like my basement!! Can't throw a thing away...it would be like throwing a piece of my soul away....especially those keys!!! As soon as you would throw them away you'd find out real quick what they were for!!!hehehehe..


GREAT POEM, BALLADEER, AND NOT A MINUTE TOO SOON!! ....ahhhh...now I feel better!

 Denise

And slight is the sting of his trouble
Whose winnings are less than his worth;
For he who is honest is noble,
Whatever his fortunes or birth.~~~Alice Cary, ~Nobility~

Michael
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15 posted 01-16-2000 02:28 PM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Michael

Interesting thought...you have a past life in the attic you like to go visit and I have a past life I would like to just leave there.  Wanna trade?  Great poem, Balladeer.


Michael
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Hi Balladeer,

Those physical triggers of my memories are in my basement.  Loved the clothes.  I thought of my old record albums too.

But we all have that ladder to our attic.  Thank you for this metaphor.  Love it.

Rus
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17 posted 01-16-2000 07:02 PM       View Profile for Seymour Tabin   Email Seymour Tabin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Seymour Tabin

Balladeer,
Now you know in florida we don't have attics
or basements, I'll bet all your stuff is in the garage. Wonderful poem. Sy
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18 posted 01-16-2000 10:32 PM       View Profile for devina   Email devina   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for devina

Geez- Deer, didn't think you had anything left after that big garage sale you had awhile back   Now we know the truth- you kept some stuff stashed away huh!?LOL cute poem!

 Open arms can be the most fragile in the world...
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19 posted 01-17-2000 08:41 AM       View Profile for U K Hero   Email U K Hero   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for U K Hero

I've spent many an hour in an attic, lovely poem Balladeer
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20 posted 01-17-2000 11:00 AM       View Profile for RainbowGirl   Email RainbowGirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit RainbowGirl's Home Page   View IP for RainbowGirl

Bal:  How about we all share each other's boxes...LOL

HUSG

 Don't ask me where I'm going, just listen when I'm gone and far away you'll hear me singing softly to the dawn.

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Balladeer, what a lovely poem. We all have the boxes, some are physical, others are only storge spaces in the attic of our minds  
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22 posted 01-18-2000 05:52 AM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

Wow - caught again in another of your voices...thankyou for this M.

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23 posted 01-18-2000 05:29 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Michael, what is in your attic
is in my every room
little bits and pieces of me
and stories woven from Sy's loom.

Some cardboard coffins in my basement
but high from water's level,
stuff tucked here and there in other places
neat and kept and not disheveled.

But were I to have an attic
large and spacious, "Jo's closet" close at hand...
then I would take me up there often
just to visit memory's land.

[Thanks Deer, for all of the visual reads...]


 Sunshine
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


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24 posted 01-18-2000 05:57 PM       View Profile for Danny Holloway   Email Danny Holloway   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Danny Holloway

"The past life I used to know".  I think we all had one, tucked away in those boxes. They say its in the remembering that happiness lies.  Seems true to me.
Really enjoyed the peom. You touched some reality.
DH

 
 
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