A poem I need help and opinions on

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

I occasionally find a bit of inspiration and put a thought into writing. I've written more than a few of these little free verse zen moments throughout the years-- many were bad, and don't exist any longer. A few remarkably have remained.

This is something I began last night, and I've played with it as I've had the time throughout the day. My usual technique is to write something then set it aside for a period of time (days to months), then revisit it and see if it stays good in my mind, or if I read it and burst out laughing. This one I thought I'd take a chance on and cast to the winds to see if it keeps going or gets blown back into my face.

Read this one and enjoy, laugh if it deserves it, and play with it if you like it.

Have fun!

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A Rediscovery

It begins with a door I come upon
at the top of the stairs
It creakily, rustily opens for me
I find a quiet, dim-lit room
A sepia-toned photograph attic
filled with parchament paper stacks
and piles of crumbling books
Dusty dry and crackling
Crammed deep into musty corners
Long hidden from all the prying eyes
Long forgotten by us all
Now freshly rediscovered and disturbed
The past rudely roused and awakened to
sudden clouds of flaking motes
Papers scattered like falling leaves
Scribblings and sketches exposed
An embarassment of wealth
Rediscovering all the forgotten
musings and ideas, letters and memos
Words long ago cast to the winds
Thoughts and knowledge
Philosophy and communication
Understanding and remembering
A mighty gift from them to us
And then from me to you

[WannaJumpMyScooter]

1. Not bad. I like the concept

But it kind of meanders in the middle to me. The opeing and ending are very strong.

Thanks for sharing.

[short bus president]

2. I made it up to

the top of the stairs;
then I saw that the man
from Nantucket was missing.
I hastily retreated.