Memories up in the Attic

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I still haven't forgotten her. I know she read my letter up there, but that's not enough to satisfy me. I remembered the box of trinkets we hid in the attic. And in my desperation and longing for her, I climbed up the stairs and opened the box of memories.



1 I went up the attic one afternoon
In search of something to while my day.
When I dusted here and there
I found myself a box of gray.

2 A thin layer of what seems like ash
Blanketed the box’s carton flaps.
I opened it; lint drifted all around
In its inner darkness are tiny gaps.

3 Each hole is a puzzle piece
That makes one life whole.
With a trembling arm, I reached for them,
She’ll last, if only time was not as cruel.

4 These are what I saw inside:
Trinkets of red and blue,
Gems and jewels; shattered, they were
Her linens which lost their hue,
Letters I never had sent,
Ribbons and laces that tied her braid,
Nickels and quarters we had once bent,
Vividly realistic flowers she cared for
(I never told her they were plastic),
A cherub figurine that heals the heart’s sore,
Beach towels drizzled with sand,
Parasols sewn with lace, colored white,
The flute she used in our two-man band,
And the few novels that kept her alive,
Sadly, they were never enough
To help her survive.

5 I’d rather close the box
Than to see everything she left.
The tiny puzzle pieces;
The cruel things that made such heft.

6 These are the memories she left me,
Little things that made me whole.
And now that I saw them again,
I remembered that I was a fool.

7 I hold onto her, tightly but gently
Within these lost treasures,
I am sure we’ll meet again,
Someday in the land of all pleasures.

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tteele
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tteele wrote a review · Sun Feb 24, 2013 12:16 am

Heyhey there :)

So this poem , uh i just love it ! :D The way it paints an image that stays in your mind. And makes you wonder about the box and how the things looked and who's box was it . Yep , there i got to one of my points :P it wasn't so clear who had left the box . It was kind of interesting and made me wonder which is a very good thing , if that was your aim. If it wasn't and you wanted people to understand who it was , i either can't read very well (possible .. ) or you didn't get your idea through. Sometimes it happens , that you have so many metaphors and symbols that it gets just extremely complicated to put it all together. But like i said maybe it was meant to be , to spice up the poem :)
Also i wanted to say that i really liked how you used the different colors to help it . It makes it easier to read and kind of more personality to the poem.
All together i really liked the poem , the feeling in it . Like the poem was alive , a very real charcater that speaks for itself.

- tteele

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Cailey
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Cailey wrote a review · Sun Feb 24, 2013 12:08 am

Hello, there! I am here to review. :D
First of all, this is sweet. It has a sad tone, even though we don't know exactly what happened or who she is. I still felt sad, and identified with the feelings of the narrator. That was good.
At the same time, you had a set rhythm and rhyme, which in some places took away from the sadness. The rhythm you chose was, too happy, honestly. And I feel like the rhymes made me think of a cheerful childrens book or a meaningless poem. And this is neither of those. I don't mind rhymes, but there are placed here where the rhyme is too forced or overused and it doesn't fit with the rest of the poem.
There were also places where your flow was off.
"Each hole is a puzzle piece
That makes one life whole.
With a trembling arm, I reached for them,
She’ll last, if only time was not as cruel."
The second line is this stanza just doesn't match with the rhymth you have through the rest of this. There's a missing syllable or something. I also felt like all of stanza four lost its rhythm. Most of that stanza didn't flow. Part of this might also have been the color changes. This is creative, and different, but not entirely poetic. When I see bright colors in the middle of a poem I think of rainbows and happiness, not someone sadly looking through memories of a girl who's gone for whatever reason.
I believe that's all the nitpicks I had.
Hope this review was helpful in some way. :D



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— Harold Coffin