Dreams of Places Past (poem) by Cryssa C on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo

Reviewed on September 22, 2009

Memories to be cherished, perhaps bittersweet, but to be cherished nonetheless ~moving piece Cryssa ~ Hugs, Elizabeth

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed on July 14, 2009

Don't we all? very nolstagic as I remember friend of old too

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on May 11, 2009

Haunting, powerful. excellent. Liz

Reviewed by Jerry Engler

Reviewed on May 6, 2009

This is a beautiful, and somehow soothing poem, Cryssa. Sometimes I sleep in dreams of the past, and awaken to a brief moment of confusion as to where I really am. Other times I long for a person or place of the past. My only danger is that in knowing the past so well, I will risk the joy of experiencing the future. Well done...............Jerry

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on May 5, 2009

It seems that often, the past seems much sweeter than it was when it was the present. Thank you, Cryssa. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on April 30, 2009

Very nostalgic, I would say! Very dreamlike, with a rhythm that I found soothing.

Axilea

Reviewed by William Potter

Reviewed on April 26, 2009

Beautiful. Cryssa.
Stirs some memories of people and places from the past.

take care,

William

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on April 26, 2009

Beautiful Poem.I enjoy reading it,take care

Edwin

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

Reviewed on April 26, 2009

Dreaming is such a magnificent gift from our Creator. Well penned, and finely tuned like a melody sweet and sure. Hugs, J'nia

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on April 23, 2009

I place, I too often visit, Cryssa. Beautiful.

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on April 23, 2009

A fond journey back in the mind, always to be held close to the heart...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 23, 2009

I'm so moved by this exquisite poem that you give such sweet and gentle compassion to, for those places and people that impacted you in the past...You achieved much depth and soul in this gem,Cryssa!

Love,
ET

Reviewed by Linda Law

Reviewed on April 23, 2009

Cryssa, I love the content, and the flow of this lovely poem. Often, the past is where those special memories are tucked away...and in our fast paced lives....sometimes...we just have to slip back into that space that brings sweet and dear snapshots to our life. hugs, lindalaw

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on April 23, 2009

This is especially poignant read in the knowledge of the histories of the precious ones in your keep and with whom you share your family life, Cryssa. We are all products of our heritage and the seeds sown into our present lives from those memories and persons of the past make us into the rich and varied tapestries we are today - and still a work in progress! Perhaps who we FEEL ourselves to be is the most important and each of us will relate this lovely poem to our own experiences of being in touch with our roots. Thank you, too, for your inspiring thoughts on my latest post - I love to hear how people react and respond to what is written! :)) Bless you xx

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on April 23, 2009

Yes, dreaming of places past can take us to those moments that make us happy and are worth of remember.
A marvelous poem.

Georg

Reviewed by Mary Lacey Desertrat

Reviewed on April 23, 2009

Cryssa,

It's nice to remember, but than again, sometimes things are best left alone. Loved the way you wrote this.

Mary

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on April 23, 2009

Beautifully tranquil thoughts here, Cryssa; very nice! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) to you and your family~

Much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on April 23, 2009

A place I often go myself, so beautiful is this write, Ty Cryssa
Ch'erie