Whispers in Attic Tales
Written February 04, 2025, For contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: Let the vintage box gather dust; it seems like no one will ever open it or discover it. By Poet
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Unseal all that unscathed trove of
treasured stories,
where the sweet fragrance of rejuvenating
Petrichor soaks the atmosphere.
A captivating aroma saturates
the serene and radiant
space of the attic.
whispers of memories linger
in every nook
where neglect softly nestles.
Gentle whispers of tales emerge from
a soothing sanctuary
seamlessly woven together.
Wicker wonders once filled with warmth,
now stand still,
cloaked in contemplative musings
that meander quietly by.
Revitalized by luminous, enchanting nights,
they bask in the brilliance
of the extraordinary stars above.
In the den, the resonance of
ancestral wisdom persists.
Graceful faces are captured in
the gentle passage of time.
Stories of celebration and
joyous laughter is woven together—
Imprints on lives marked by,
both strength and restraint.
With sorrow unearthed,
from this timeworn attic,
epiphany unfurls amidst,
despair and anguish—a beacon.
Fossils of joy cradle
our suffering when,
memories surge forth,
akin to an unrelenting tide.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2025
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