"Attica"

He is blessed over all mortals who loses no moment of the passing life in remembering the past - Thoreau

fishing with "baited" breath

blinding darkness

wobbly floor

roping cobwebs

never the right time

faced with reluctancy

a creaky ladder of stairs relentingly  pulled downward

it's not so easy to let go

tomorrow must not be held captive by today

no matter how a moment in time may be littered

no matter what yesterday has to say

 irrespective of how the tide may lay

regardless of what wagging tongues may spray

as eternity blinks a mitigating eye

a rising sun and climbing back down unequivocally mean everything will be okay

Author's Note

"It is strange to talk of miracles, revelations, inspiration, and the like, as things past, while love remains." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

I definitely relate to the concept of the attic where forgotten memories can again come to life
Just gotta watch your head!

[Pete]

your head and your step. thanks dave ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

"a rising sun and climbing back down unequivocally mean everything will be okay"

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! You are waxing philosophical likeThoreau. I think Boston produces marvelous poets like yourself. Some very wise words .

[Pete]

attics may be used for storing things but stairs work both ways. it's okay to remember the past but we must not get stuck there as a wise person once reminded. thanks for not being afraid of crawlspaces ... :

[Sami Khalil]

All true and well said. You are welcome sir Pete.

[Sami Khalil]

"tomorrow must not be held captive by today
no matter how a moment in time may be littered"

[Sami Khalil]

"faced with reluctancy
a creaky ladder of stairs relentingly pulled downward

it's not so easy to let go"

[Sami Khalil]

"no matter what yesterday has to say
irrespective of how the tide may lay"

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I love this...the attic, the memories...fishing for keepsakes on a wobbly floor.
And those thoughts of those who put all of these trinkets in that attic.
This poem is so visual and has yesterday speaking quite loudly.
j.

[Pete]

being in an attic is always a dusty but eye-opening experience - poking through remnants of the past, reflections of lives led. i still remember mood rings and leisure suits. as thoreau wrote long ago, "things do not change; we change." thanks for not being afraid of the dark j. ... :)