Open Poetry #13 |
Past Life in the Attic..repost inspired by Melissa inspired by Doreen |
Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
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. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
As it is, I wish I had an attic...I only have a basement.... things get flooded there... attics are safer.... unless of course, there's a tornado... sigh wish I could figure out which is better.... by the way, Balladeer....great stuff! [This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 04-12-2001).] |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Everyone needs a place to go like your attic, Deer one. Para mi, es la playa. Corina |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
Just curious you say this was inspird by Doreen, well could she move into your attic. I think she needs to be watched closely... |
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Kit McCallum
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since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
"There are times when life gets heavy, Back starts aching from the load And a soul needs santuary So that it will not explode." Oh my ... I LOVED the rhythm in this ... the flow, the cadence ... really remarkable, a terrific beat! Wonderful sentiments ... something I ponder so very often (so often, that I think I should just live up there in that attic!) Excellent writing ... I enjoyed every word, and every syllable Michael! Best wishes, /Kit |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
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. ===================== what about your collection of Spam can keys??? remember when they opened with that twisty key?? didnt ya save them like wine bottle corks LOL very cool write Deer ... love the sentimentality of this. |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
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It's darned near impossible to part with those treasures...but who would want to? Thanks for reposting this treasure! |
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KokoStewartKoomoa Senior Member
since 2000-12-04
Posts 580Waikiki, Hawaii |
Written with expert care. This lil' gem was very enjoyable. (psst I just move when I need to let go of stuff..hehehe..better than dynamite} Aloha with warmest regards, Koko |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
a beautiful piece of poetry, perfect in rhyme, meter and storyline.... i never read this one before... i'm glad you reposted it i love this line-- "Rings of keys to unknown locks" and the line about the ladder..... the nostalgia you've created in this piece with the images you used is excellent! there are some things which should never be thrown away.... fabulous writing! |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
There are times when life gets heavy, Back starts aching from the load And a soul needs santuary So that it will not explode. I could use such a santuary right now... but I don't have an attic (and bats in the belfry don't count, do they? *G*) I remember liking this one before, Deer one... I still do, very much. *S* |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
If I didn't know better I would swear you were snooping in my attic - Great jobber! |
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