A Scrap of Memory (poem) by Carole Mathys on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on February 13, 2008

Memories,irretrievable segments of our past. We may recall, but not relive. It invokes an aura of soul searching me thinks? Jon Michael Willey

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on October 25, 2007

Carole this is honestly one of the most impressive poems I've read recently. It wakens the reader's own memories and touches the heart with it's bittersweetness.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on October 19, 2007

Indeed memories can be so powerful, Carole. You express this most effectively in your verses. Thank you. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on October 14, 2007

memories are always enticed by an expensive scent ... good to read you again, Carole ...

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Reviewed on October 13, 2007

E x c e l l e n t !:)

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on October 12, 2007

A well written piece of soul searching and soothing, sweet memories....

Be safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on October 12, 2007

Rummaging through bit and pieces of memory, the usual odd ends and brownish papers and then...that gold nugget of a phrase that says it all, "...when I rememberhim...his scent was expensive..."
Brillant!
Georg

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on October 11, 2007

Carole,

This is beautifully penned poignancy: lingers on all the senses, like expensive perfume. Well done.

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

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on October 11, 2007

Carole, so good to read you again. You've been gone much too long!
This poem is bitterweet and lovely,memories of past loved ones always haunt!Hope to see more of you!;-)

Love,
Eileen

Reviewed by Art Hernandez

Reviewed on October 11, 2007

ch a nice work...the reflection upon a memory is always a treasured one, especially when it is one of remembered love, family, children, a soul mate, either way the thought of being within a scent and it's wealth can place one within...just as you have, with your poem...

nice to see you back...

enjoyed...

Art Sun...

Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)

Reviewed on October 11, 2007

Vivid memories that speech volumes. Well done! Holly

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on October 11, 2007

When one explores one self they can see beyond the outside and wonder of days gone by conjured up in their minds eye.

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on October 11, 2007

Carole,
This is an outstanding poetic write
Well Penned, Thankd you for sharing
Welcome back, its a great pleasure to read you once again
Peace & Love Be with you

William

Reviewed by Kathy Armijo

Reviewed on October 11, 2007

This conjures up many images - is he dead? is it a love gone bad?
Good poem.

Kathy

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on October 11, 2007

Excellent write, Carole; very well penned! BRAVA!

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

Reviewed by Charlie

Reviewed on October 11, 2007

Eerie. Check out Leo Durrant's "Inside Looking In"--similar beginning. I love your last line--all that reverie and then that comment, it's like a stab at him that only she understands. I love it.--Charlie