Old Rusty Memory (poem) by Felix LeRoy Perry on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on January 15, 2009

What a wonderful image of a much simpler time in life. Makes me want to go back to where I grew up and take a slow walk through my old life. Thanks for sharing! Shay

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on January 13, 2009

A fantastic poem! Songs, people, objects, places...they all have that reminding power. Love this piece. Especially the way you ended it. Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on January 10, 2009

YES! I have Sweet Fee, a mushroom sleeve blouse, and the fabric was
corderuy and mushroom print, and zipper down the front, I made it in Home Economics! Sewing...
I could see you roaming your fingers over the metal fenders!
Love this poem!
You sensitive soul you!
May the memories sustain you with new vigor!
WRITE ON!
Warmest of Blessings of Love, Light and Peace, Warrior Purple Lady SHEExooo

STay Positive! Through peaceful serenity within....

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on January 10, 2009

.....a memory rusted but forever more...fantastic wite Fee!

Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury

Reviewed on January 8, 2009

That old truck looks like it could be repaired into new memories. enjoyed

Reviewed by Susan Sonnen

Reviewed on January 8, 2009

sat behind wheel

on seat springs

that once cushioned

our coming of age

~I like the way you put that. Great image! I could feel the seat give just a bit and I smelled the "old" that antiques have.

Reviewed by Anze Mofor

Reviewed on January 8, 2009

Haha its funny how fast we grow. The old memories make for a great flask back in time. Thank you. Ihave to dig up some old stuff. I am really Loving this AD thing...

Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson

Reviewed on January 8, 2009

Oh, I like this poem, Fee! Very well done!

Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill

Reviewed on January 8, 2009

our coming of age... I love those lines, Fee. I do the same thing when I go back to Germany; I roam the woods where I used to play and I'm taken aback by how much has changed.
Thing is: Enjoy the growth, enjoy aging, for the wisdom you gain.
You are such a gentle soul!
Love,
Becca~

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on January 8, 2009

A wonderful poignant trip down memory lane, Fee...this is a keeper for me
peace and love, Carole~

Reviewed by Linda Hill

Reviewed on January 8, 2009

Fee,
Oh the memories of youth! We all have them and will never be forgotten. Excellent poem, my friend.

Blessings and huggs,
~Linda

Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten

Reviewed on January 8, 2009

"...still memories linger
in its curves and twists" ...there's just something about the trees, I will keep this among my collection...You know, if you take a picture of that tree and optimize it in the negative form, one can see the faces of all those who sat by her...call me crazy if you must! LOL! "Old Rusty Memory" stirred me, stirs my memories!
Your so Fee! :)

Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on January 8, 2009

yes I am taken to memories of this same vehicle
you give images to our minds eye in your poem
a lovley thing this morning Fee
Much Love & Inspirations
Embraced
Vickie

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on January 8, 2009

Memories trigger by objects
of good days of old
How it used to be
Peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on January 8, 2009

Keep those memories alive as though they were yesterday dear Cuz. It may be rusty but still a piece of your life. Thank you for sharing an excellent memory.

Love ya faceCuz XOXOXO, Rose

Reviewed by kg cummings

Reviewed on January 8, 2009

Fanning myself and it's not a hot flash... Fee, this is quite the trip down memory lane. Your friend, Kathy

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on January 8, 2009

She may be rusty, but I bet she held many wonderful memories.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on January 8, 2009

Oh that first hot-rod with the wide back seat! Fee, you are a naughty boy making your brothers to remember...

Georg

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on January 8, 2009

A well written poem with beautiful images,I love it,take care

Edwin

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on January 8, 2009

Such wonderful imagery in this, Fee.....and to answer your question....yes, I have.

Reviewed by Elizabeth Hobbs (Reader)

Reviewed on January 7, 2009

Hi Felix
Isn't it wonderful how some of the most mundane things jog our memories of wondrous times and places? Be sure to make notes for your family history. Cheers! Liz

Reviewed by Sara Coslett

Reviewed on January 7, 2009

Damn, I wish my memories were both intact and as good as yours, Felix! Plus, I wish I could convey them as eloquently as you do. ~ Sara

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on January 7, 2009

Splendid poem exquisitely written in a memory never forgotten.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on January 7, 2009

Stunning imagery, Fee, brings back my own memories of life gone by ... well done!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by 000 000 (Reader)

Reviewed on January 7, 2009

Love your memories and writing!
Rusted memories are better than a rusted mind

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on January 7, 2009

Very well-written, another for the submissions file.....

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on January 7, 2009

Did those old springs still squeak or was it you squeaking climbing in and out of the old wreck...Ed (aren't memories just grand?)

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Reviewed on January 7, 2009

Yes I have my friend and you explained it so well. In 2005 I went back to Shamokin, PA my hometown and walked the old neighborhood which used to see so large but as I walked, it now seemed much smaller with narrow streets, the old school gone, the old neighbors gone. But I saw them and felt them with every step I took...THANK YOU FEE for this beautiful memory. Love and hugs, Bonnie