You create such a vivid image of the attic that I am exploring there with you. ‘faint odors
belonged somewhere else – exhaled breath, orphaned once more’ is so poignant and beautifully penned.
Love the way you start this with the scents. I still have my grat grandparents old edison and crank it up about once a month to spin hits like don’t bring lulu and the wreck of the old 97.
My favorite part of this is the “teddy bear tea parties.” Reminded me of my own childhood as well as my son’s. Funny how one poet’s memories can evoke a similar memory in the reader.
There Are More Poets than Stars in the Firmament 
faint odors
belonged somewhere else
exhaled breath, orphaned
once more
Beautifully poignant, write ❤️
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I wanted to capture the fact that each breath we take once belonged to something else.
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nothing like a thick disk on an edison player!
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It’s a fascinating piece of the past.
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I do remember the smell of attics.. something I would love to have….. something spun from memories
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Attics have gone out of fashion.
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That smell of the past and all the childhood memories can be filled with poignancy ~ For me its looking at my old photo albums ~
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What will poets write about digital albums?
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It reminds me when I was a child exploring in the boxes of old things my parents had in the attic.
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Yup, someone else’s past that are now toys to play with.
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You create such a vivid image of the attic that I am exploring there with you. ‘faint odors
belonged somewhere else – exhaled breath, orphaned once more’ is so poignant and beautifully penned.
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Memories have odors and voices if we breathe them in.
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:o)
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belonged somewhere else
exhaled breath, orphaned
once more
Sometimes one has to look around to see if there are elements who had exhausted themselves elsewhere and are looking for new victims.
Hank
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It’s why flea markets and thrift shops are so plentiful.
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Love the way you start this with the scents. I still have my grat grandparents old edison and crank it up about once a month to spin hits like don’t bring lulu and the wreck of the old 97.
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Stunning piece Brian. So evocative.
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Thank you, it’s sparked a lot of memories for readers.
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This is a real stunner. Gorgeous.
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Thank you very much.
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everything comes alive for a moment in our memories.
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Time travel is possible in memory.
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My favorite part of this is the “teddy bear tea parties.” Reminded me of my own childhood as well as my son’s. Funny how one poet’s memories can evoke a similar memory in the reader.
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That’s cause poets rock!
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Yes we do! 🙂
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Wow…you really captured the nostalgia of the attic. Every memory just waiting to be uncovered again and relived.
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Treasures in trash. Take a deep breath, it’s only worth a dollar.
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This is heavy with the scent of nostalgia. Lovely write.
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As long as the scent is not tinged with mawkishness.
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A great response to the prompt. 🙂
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Thank you very much.
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nostalgic …more close to heart…lovely!
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Thank you for your comment.
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What a fantastic way of describing an attic.
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Thanks Bryan. Not a lot of attics anymore.
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What vivid picture you made here. I can smell the attic from your words. I think it is a fun place to be in.
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Attic dust has a unique scent.
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Oh yes, such magical places for children to explore!
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Magic that lasts a lifetime.
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