attic memories (poem)

maybe it wasn’t really meant to be

as it was wont to be tho’ now and again i

remember once it happened i can barely recollect

reality has a way of fading away

into the past into the dreams like photographs

anyone can see how happy it was perhaps was it a dream too

gathering in the cobwebby corners of attic memories

enveloped in clouds of dust

insipid memoirs of forgotten pasts

somehow surface from bottomless cavernous chests

(never before disturbed)

opening pandora’s mysteries escaping

tiny creatures flitting fleet shadows

echoing echoes of murmurs from murky prints

aspirations caught in time frozen

silenced by the settling dust spiders spinning webs around

you stepping stealthily trying not to stir the memories.


© Cindy Lapeña, 2012


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