A-loft

A-loft

A Poem by Narnie
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(I suppose it's an attic in many places but we always seem to call them lofts here but then it's not about either anyway, haha)

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There are no stairs to the loft
no easy access
no mistaken excuse me
stumbling in

There are things stuffed
boxed loose
creased and rusty
broken departs, in the dim
Memories that are touched,
Old forgots not forgotten -
love, pain, that once stored
become one and the same as
the dust mutes their voices,
long fallow thoughts freed,
creeping diligently through
what is no longer need.
Some days I go there
scan them with my torch
rifle through them to check
they’re still safe, I care

But they belong in the dark
too poignant, too stark
as they live their life apart from me
and always     a part of me.

© 2011 Narnie



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Memories should not be forgotten if at all possible...but some should never come back into the light. Beautiful work!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Every action we have ever done makes up who we are... and no matter how big or small they stil have an impact today. I love that last verse.

Posted 6 Years Ago


When i go rummaging around in 'the loft' i always seem to find the things i'm not looking for; they have a habit of tumbling out into poems when they really do 'belong in the dark'. You have created a wonderful analogy here... with some beautiful lofty sounds; a resonance with everything that's 'not forgotten'.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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ooo I love this idea - the loft - mind - there is indeed no easy way to get there - if you go in too far you may wish you hadn't when the light starts flickering and old pictures replay - those poignant things belong in the dark indeed!! I also like the aside - like a thought amidst the action - little glimpses - nice!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Well , this is written about one of my favorite places in my own house .. I know this very well ... excellently written .

Posted 6 Years Ago


I love this, Narnie. I love the impression it leaves me with, the reminder of my own things stored in the dark. wonderful writing. A fave now.

Posted 6 Years Ago


so good to read you today

Posted 6 Years Ago


What goes on upstairs remains there until the inner sanctum finds a place to be heard with understanding. A penny for your thoughts.

Posted 6 Years Ago


these lines are the treasured center of this bittersweet delicacy

"Memories that are touched,
Old forgots not forgotten -
love, pain, that once stored
become one and the same as
the dust mutes their voices,
long fallow thoughts freed,
creeping diligently through
what is no longer need.
Some days I go there "


Posted 6 Years Ago


the delicacy with which you have described all those emotions which are a part of us,a forgotten one,those moments,the attic takes a melancholic life of its own here.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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