Attic (my 80’s poetry)

Stranj

to see an attic

that keeps

no memories

Dust and heat

spirit

thru the

closed window

It is here I take

leave of the world

for awhile

to think

and sleep

Cobwebs float

lazily,

majic carpets

in

slow motion

As I look around it now,

perhaps the

memories

are yet to be made

that will fill this

serene emptiness

Perhaps

I

shall be a

vision

it has known, a

memory

it shall keep

before it is

cluttered

with

the future

of

the past

© Alfred W. Smith Jr.

June 23rd, 1983

Attic / Assorted Absurdities (a poetry collection)

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Author: smithaw50

I live in NJ. Concentrating now on a getting a full time writing career started. Glad you could be with me on the journey. Ready? Here we go...

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