Last Summer's Rose (poem) by Felix LeRoy Perry on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on March 19, 2011

How very true. I have found things and wondered about them too. Nice work Fee.
hug
Kathy

Reviewed on March 15, 2011

I've been in a few musty seaside cottages opened in the spring and i'm always intrigued by the ghosts of the previous summer. old shells, super smutty paperback books, outdated magazines ...I could go on......love this write...Morgan

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on March 15, 2011

I love this one, Fee. Oh the possibilities, huh? Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)

Reviewed on March 15, 2011

wow...beauty in the last summer's rose captured and sensed so well. Enjoyed it. Best wishes Fee, :)neerja

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on March 14, 2011

Peaceful thoughts of a love once past. It is so amazing what we think of when finding another's belonging left behind. Very melodic...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Regis Schilken

Reviewed on March 14, 2011

Very beautiful but also very melancholic. I hope the memory is not of a loved one.

rege

Reviewed by Denise Edwards

Reviewed on March 14, 2011

ooh, so tenderly said! a real charmer, Fee

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on March 14, 2011

Oh my lovely indeed sweet Fee..your words have truly touched me sighhh...Hugsss

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Reviewed on March 14, 2011

Kool....and I agree with the concept that simple treasures are important and worth hanging onto....

Hugs,
Anna

Reviewed by Paul Judges

Reviewed on March 14, 2011

Delightfully done, Felix

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 14, 2011

Quite captivating. I've often found items in rented cottages that I, too, have pondered.

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on March 14, 2011

VERY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on March 14, 2011

Nicely done, Fee.

Reviewed by John Bidwell

Reviewed on March 14, 2011

Ah memories- this does touch eternity.

John

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on March 13, 2011

Plant that rose, and maybe from it will grow a rose for THIS summer...e

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on March 13, 2011

If only walls could talk, can you imagine?....between your poem and Jerry's review, makes me think of the Alfred hitchcock episodes..always loved those...now I am blaming you if I have nightmares tonight!

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on March 13, 2011

Ah, Felix. Do you ever bring back memories of the Oak Cliff section of Dallas, Texas many, many moons ago. I occasioned to wander into a cabin to spend a few days. The place was out of the way and pretty run down. But on the second day there, bored, I was rummaging around and noticed a piece of wallpaper kinda ripped down at the bottom near the floor. I peeled it back and found a long ago expired woman's Illinois Drivers License and a small photo of a little boy. That was it. Turned it in to the cops, but never heard if they found out anything or not. I just quit asking. See what you brought back, Felix? I can't even remember the woman's name now or I'd go online and try to find out something about her.

I'm sorry to get so carried away, man. I loved your poem, but it just jolted that memory from the recesses of my mind.