A Poem From The Attic

In the deep, dry gloam,

above my happy, healthy home,

lives a quiet, lonely space,

a world left out of place.


A weight upon the house,

but silent as a mouse,

comforting but somehow eerie,

to make my glance grow leery.


On a dusty table I see a page,

blurry, penciled words draw my gaze,

a written work lay there lost and unread,

a  poem from the attic by a poet long dead.


~ by Paranormalogistically on April 27, 2012.

5 Responses to “A Poem From The Attic”

  1. So I just nominated you for the Liebster Blog Award. Just go to my post and I’ll show you what to do to accept this award. Congrats! http://bigseance.com/2012/04/26/the-liebster-blog-award-thank-you-brandie/

    • Thank you Patrick! Unfortunately I’ve not had the time to get into many blogs…yours and Randy’s regularly. Maybe I’ll find some time somewhere, I do see some great writing going on around here.:)

      • Ha! That’s exactly the problem I had when I was first nominated. 🙂 I gave the same explanation to the person who nominated me.

  2. Excellent, Diane!!!!

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