Dusted Memories

Dusted Memories

A Poem by Judy Ponceby
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Word Bricks from my friend Frank :)

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Sitting in this dusty old attic
listening to the shingles flapping in the wind
I flip through a dog-eared book from my childhood.

As I'm skipping through the pages, 
I look up and notice the fine inlaid 
carpentry work of an old chest.

Going over, leaving imprints on the floor
I lift the lid.  With reptilian slowness 
a lazy fat spider edges away. 

Inside this trove of ancient treasure,
magnificent finds of days gone by.
Mementos of a honeymoon, a parachute jump.
Gramma's best biscuit recipe.  A photo of
Sam the hound with spittle running down his jowls.
A picture of a babe at his mother's n****e.

A permutation of these tucked away articles
give meaning to a life well and truly lived.  
Closing the pages of these treasures I 
wander away to watch my grandchildren
make memories of their own.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby


Author's Note

Judy Ponceby
Words: Spittle. Parachute. Dog-eared. Permutation. Nipple. Shingles. Honeymoon. Reptilian. Biscuit. Carpentry.

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Awesome poem about finds from the past. Some of the things that define memories of our family in another time and place. This one is going in my library.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I just spoke of this with a review to my new friend, Chris Taylor, about his ancient coin. I hate to repeat myself, but my mother has been passing our "treasures" down to me slowly. We need to treasure our past, present, and future. But, most of all, our present; who knows about the future and the past remains unchanged. Lovely write!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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wonderfully descriptive phrase..isn't lovely to treasure those memories and watch new ones being made..that they are blissfully unaware they are making until one day they are in the attic and find the chest...

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Nice use of the prescribed words. I'd watch out for those fat lazy spiders though. (smiling) I'm an arachnaphobic...

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is so touching. It reminds me of the time my parents bought a house, and the previous abandoned everything in their attic. It was a treasure full of history hidden up there. I remember the smells, the dust, the pictures.........just like you described it. It was creepy to dig through a strangers history, but very intriguing.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Really nice work, Judy! I love it all, especially how you worked the story back around to new beginnings. (Grandkids) May the circle remain unbroken...

Posted 12 Years Ago


It was brilliant to come to the end of the profound poem and find your list of words.. You wove them in so seamlessly. Timeless treasures you've shared with us all...

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Posted 12 Years Ago


The picture book of life are very important. I make photo copies of everything. Need those old pictures sometime to revive reason for life. I like how you told the story in this poem. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

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Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow what an amazing job you did here...awesome words fitted in without any force...just with the rythm. Great :)

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