100 years of memories
By alaskanamber
This piece was inspired by something I wrote as a freshamn in highschool
for a writing seminar. Lost over the years many of the words remained with
me. Definitely not identical, my original concept still remains. I hope
you enjoy.
an empty room, bare of furnishings
one hundred years of memories linger
ghosts in the corners, spirits in the shadows
flickering in and out of a single bare window
close my eyes, trail my fingers across the wainscotting
images brush up against my consciousness
dreams that have already been and never were
so much a part of myself
glittering in a beam of moonlight
lovers intertwined in passionate embrace
a childs blocks abandoned covered in dust
a crib dressed in silky cobwebs
staring out that austere pane
tears roll down my cheeks
impaled by the truest loves
lost and found over and over again
sit in a rocking chair in the corner
a figment of my imagination
a child whimpers in the dark
gather her in my arms, croon soft words in her ear
glancing down I'm before the window again
child and chair vanished and barely a memory
a cat weaves between my legs
reach to stroke it's back and feel nothing but air
looking out the window once more
the cat pawing to get in
slowly I turn back to this room
my childhood flashing behind my eyes
my tears turning to giant wracking sobs
grief for all I have gained
as I feel your loss
fall to my knees
hands clasped to my chest
the lords prayer whispering from my lips
never will I enter this room again
at peace with my ghosts and spirits
I close the door
Comments on "100 years of memories"
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A former member wrote:
Wow Amber, this was really good. Kinda made me think..
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On Tuesday, January 2, 2007, alaskanamber
(64) wrote:
I can so imagine you in a hot air balloon aunty :) I grew up in an old house so had great inspiration
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On Tuesday, January 2, 2007, Aunty Depressant
(434) wrote:
I often wonder of the things gone on in past in places. May sound odd...it seems people don't have those kind of homes with memories built in as much as in past. Makes me wonder how,if I make it too 100, how I'd recollect things..
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On Tuesday, January 2, 2007, Aunty Depressant
(434) wrote:
..of course I'll be inthat hot air balloon with the 50 year old...so just conjecture:P