The Search

a search for something intangible, but very real

The Search

 

Rummaging through attics

filled with dimly lit yesterdays,

searching for something

not lost

merely misplaced.

Musty memories

peek out from cobwebbed

corners, knowingly.

Cardboard posers

whisper, misleading me…

snickering.

Low-hanging beams,

menacing,

lurk behind me,

only to hide when I

turn.

Every nook and cranny

explored, it

eludes me still.

 

                     Giving up too soon,

                     I turn to go,

                     while the love I’m looking for,

                     mistaken for the weeping wind,

                     cries out feebly.

 

 

riki © 2014

Reviews

[Melissa Kester]

This is such a good write. I love the line "dimly lit yesterday's". It captivated me. I loved the end as well. I really enjoyed this.

[KirstMind]

I loved this read... The setting and vibe was cold yet captivating. This reminded me of a verse in the song "Brother" By Alice In Chains "Pictures in a box at home, Yellowing and green with mold,So I can barely see your face Wonder how that color taste" ....The search maybe for something intangible yet the feeling/emotion you looking for may be find in the most peculiar places... Great work!

[dan]

Kirst, I appreciate your read and review. I actually wrote this many years ago. I've made some changes and re-posted it. I originally wrote this after going through a messy breakup, and it was cathartic to spill the feelings out onto paper, a relief of sorts. Thanks again for the review, I plan on visiting your page, maybe later today. take care...dan

[Kelly Scheppers]

The house I grew up in is still in my family. It housed the most amazing attic. I remember going up in it in the winter, when it was so cold...you could actually hear the wind whistling, and the cobwebs swaying. That's where all the Christmas boxes of decorations were stored, as far back into the attic that looked like a dark abyss. I think the attics of our homes speak to us in hushed tones, don't you?

I enjoyed this, tremendously!

"Giving up too soon,
I turn to go,
while the love I'm looking for
mistaken for the weeping wind,
cries out feebly."


My best,
Kelly

[dan]

Kelly, You know, I don't think I've ever been in an attic at all, ever. This one just kind of cane to me, and I just wrote about it. It was kind of hard for me to figure out how to write it, it came to me also. I always though it'd be fun to wander around a dusty attic with cobwebs and good books and just poke around, like some kids! Something to file away and forget or something. Thank you, Kelly for the great and very flattering review. I appreciate it. take care...dan

[ANTO]

Like sliding doors they stopped looking just at the precise moment they would have seen
Very atmospheric writing Dan - I really enjoyed this

[dan]

Anto, Thank you for the read and review. I am glad you enjoyed it. take care...dan

[~]

Ahhh... the small voice and quiet voice, is the one that loves us the most. Well done!

[dan]

Thank you for your read and perceptive review. But what about the voices in my head? 8^) take care...dan

[~]

:) ahhh.. you got me there. :)

[Jamestown]

Always where you didn't look, right in front of you, lol

[dan]

Thank you for your review, Jamestown. I see your picture...did anyone ever tell you that you resemble The Edge, of U2 fame? Where the streets have no name? Sorry, please forgive my bad joke. take care...dan (real name - - riki is my pen name and the name of my ferret)