houseful of lost dreams (poem) by Felix LeRoy Perry on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on March 27, 2009

I wrote one similar, but not as fine, as this one. It touches my heart because this is the woman I will be - someday. Without regrets.

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on March 24, 2009

WOW! The only thing I don't see, is the old beaten scatter rug, under the rocker, whatever, this is Magnifecent Sweet Fee!
The reality is there in so many ways!
This is one of your best, but that's saying something... I love what you write!and how you write it!
Ms. Murphy is as real as any Mom or Grandmother, that was happy and had a life of sweet memories!
This also reminded me of walking through Antique stores, with the older generation by my side...

WRITE ON!
Warmest of Blessings and Hugs, Warrior Purple Lady SHEExooo

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on March 22, 2009

Fee,
Such a realistic poem. We all face this type of scenario. Reminds me of my grandmother. I helped pack her things. She had shoes and clothes with the tags still on them. She also had money cached in odd places around her apartment - which went toward the cost of her funeral. I take comfort in the fact that we are lucky if we can have the things we love around us till the end. Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed on March 19, 2009

left a lump in my throat!

"love letters tied in ribbons

mailed from a far away land

postcards from a soldier boy

who once held her young hand"

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on March 18, 2009

this reminds me of my mother's situation Felix -- my father is gone and she has no relatives or friends in her peer group or generation -- at 93, they are all gone -- peace and love-- JMW

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on March 18, 2009

But memories are what make a wonderful life....this is one of your best, Fee.

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on March 17, 2009

This is excellent writing-that's all there is to it.

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on March 17, 2009

Wow Fee you have the emotions, the longing right down to the smallest detail. Brings back many memories of a time that once was, but has long passed....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson

Reviewed on March 17, 2009

Oh my! This poem doesn't sound sad to me! lol! To me, it sounds like Ms. Murphy lived a happy life in a nice home in the country that she filled with things she enjoyed! Time and death eventually claims us all. Meanwhile, some folk would like to be like Ms. Murphy, enjoying nature's beauty, their loved ones, and their earthly trinkets, as long as possible! I raise my glass in a toast to Ms. Murphy! (smile)I think death is but a door leading back to from whence we came -- or a better place than this one -- or perhaps to heavenly bliss! Who knows! Exceptionally well expressed poem, Fee!

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on March 17, 2009

the vivid description paints a picture of history and nostalgia-yes, i can see her there

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

This may sound sad, but it isn't: a life filled with memories is not sad because it is not empty! Detailed description, that shows how much you observe the world around you.

Axilea

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

wow....this touches every nerve ending in my body....exqusite...as is so so sad.
Love,
Christine

Reviewed by Ann Marquette

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

ah yes! so sad...
I have dreams that never came true.
I am grateful though for those things and people which came into my life so beautifully, and such blessings.

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

yep some dream never come true
but they do seem to fade
in time like the idle objects they're
still attached to
Seen mant cases like this
Peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

This poem depicts a grand-aunt of mine. I think we all know someone like her. Well done Fee. One of your best.
Hugs,
~Marcia

Reviewed by Linda Zebsokey

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

Very nice poem Fee. Wonderful, wonderful job.

Love,
Linda

Reviewed by Jack Kuperman

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

.then they packed old Ms. Murphy.

It's very nice poem. Nostalgia bringing a mix of senses and feelings.

Thanks.

Reviewed by Mary Lacey Desertrat

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

Fee,

Ms. Murphy may be a figment of your imagination, but why does she sound so much like my grandma? I'm sure there's a "Ms. Murphy" in everyone's life. I love the way you wrote this.

Mary

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

Wow Felix I know there was a Mrs. Murphy in my life and yes with my eyes closed your words have taken me back. thank you for sharing such a wonderful piece of the past and someone very dear.

Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose

Reviewed by Linda Law

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

Amazing how you captured the nostalgia along with the sadness of a life that ended so lonely...with only the memories... How true this poem is... I see it every day with those who live nearby....and it's almost as if I'm seeing my own future as well... what happened to caring for those who cared for us? Very good and thought provoking as usual.. hugs, lindalaw

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

Sugar and spice and ver Powerful in the message you pen...Wonderful write Fee. love and hugs, Bonnie

Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

I've known more Ms. Murphy's than I can count...very poignant pen Fee

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

Powerful message in this, Fee; well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

Well, sad or sad, we can crank up that old Victrola put one of those 78rpm and open that dusty Madeira bottle and talk real good about Ms. Murphy (I will be sitting on that rocking chair!)

Georg

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

Such a bittersweet message in this poem Fee, I certainly hope that families will be more caring with us in the future.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Reviewed by 000 000 (Reader)

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

Sadly written...the forgotten people

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

I agree with the rest of the reviewers, this is so sad to think of all those memories just boxed or trashed, as with the lady to a nursing home to eventually die...e

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

Oh my,enjoyed this so very much..as always well written sweet Fee..have a wonderful and safe day...Hugssss

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

So sad, Fee, our elderly used to be venerated. Now we just pack 'em away ... heartbreaking lines, very well penned.

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

Reviewed by Selena Dobbin-Gillis

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

Another wonderful write dear cuz, and sadly, I do believe we have all gone through our share of lost dreams over our lifetime. But the lost dreams so often make us all the stronger for what is to come.

Love you cuz
Selena

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

So very sad, indeed. And I did know someone just like her; one of my beloved great aunts who lost her only sweetheart in WWII.

Reviewed by Susan Sonnen

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

oh, that last stanza is point blank, isn't it?! well done, Felix. I really enjoyed this.