Chance Meeting
A moment of sweet recollection17 total reviews
Comment from ciliverde
I wish I had six stars left for this one, Cass. I love your writing. This is so beautifully written, and perfectly evokes the story you tell in your notes. The artwork goes with it very well.
The first stanza is magic, with the suggestion of a presence in the murmured word, brushing tress, rustling of the dress. Then a glimpse in the glass and her admonition "don't touch!" ends the tale perfectly. You could almost hear the stamp of her little foot :)
Carol
reply by the author on 24-Oct-2015
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I wish I had six stars left for this one, Cass. I love your writing. This is so beautifully written, and perfectly evokes the story you tell in your notes. The artwork goes with it very well.
The first stanza is magic, with the suggestion of a presence in the murmured word, brushing tress, rustling of the dress. Then a glimpse in the glass and her admonition "don't touch!" ends the tale perfectly. You could almost hear the stamp of her little foot :)
Carol
Comment Written 24-Oct-2015
reply by the author on 24-Oct-2015
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Dear Carol, I do believe we are sisters under the skin, my dear. Kindred spirits no less. As I read your review I recalled the feeling I had as I entered the room. You have described it perfectly. Darling, How did you know?!! thank you for your review and the five stars. I am surprised that such a short poem has had such a clear response from reviewers. It seems that many people have had similar experiences, and my poem awakened the memories of them . OR, they decided to be brave and own up to something they didn't quite believe in up until now. which ever it is, I am so glad to share this poem with you and others.
Such fun Cheers Cass
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You have a wonderful talent, my sister from across the globe :)
If you get a chance, take a peek at my latest, called Reading Aloud...it's my first attempt at a Pantoum.
Comment from Eric1
Hi Cass, wow creepy! I believe in the supernatural and your wonderful two stanza poem confirms what I have always thought, great rhyming, rhythm and flow my friend.
reply by the author on 24-Oct-2015
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Hi Cass, wow creepy! I believe in the supernatural and your wonderful two stanza poem confirms what I have always thought, great rhyming, rhythm and flow my friend.
Comment Written 23-Oct-2015
reply by the author on 24-Oct-2015
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Dear Eric, thank you for your review and the five stars. It has surprised me just how much impact this very small piece has made. I had thought it a rather small offering, perhaps too small, and was considering adding another verse, but now I think I'll leave well enough alone. It happened just as the poem says, one minute she was there and the next , gone. Nice to find a kindred spirit in you. cheers Cass
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You are very welcome my friend
Comment from tfawcus
Wow! Wish I had a six for this. Beautifully expressed to create just the atmosphere that you were looking for. The words suggest something ethereal and unobtainable.
reply by the author on 24-Oct-2015
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Wow! Wish I had a six for this. Beautifully expressed to create just the atmosphere that you were looking for. The words suggest something ethereal and unobtainable.
Comment Written 23-Oct-2015
reply by the author on 24-Oct-2015
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Thank you for your review and the five stars. I have been surprised by the response to this very short piece, it seems to touch something in the readers they recognize and are pleased to acknowledge. So it seems as you have. thanks again cheers Cass
Comment from mvbrooks
What a cool poem--it works well on its own, but the notes enhances it in knowing it was inspired by an actual experience. The poem has a positive flow and the rhyme is unforced. I especially enjoyed the last line. I could actually imagine the author in the room having this experience.
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reply by the author on 24-Oct-2015
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What a cool poem--it works well on its own, but the notes enhances it in knowing it was inspired by an actual experience. The poem has a positive flow and the rhyme is unforced. I especially enjoyed the last line. I could actually imagine the author in the room having this experience.
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Comment Written 23-Oct-2015
reply by the author on 24-Oct-2015
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Dear Friend, Thank you for your review and the five stars. As it is a very short poem I felt some notes accompanying it would be a good idea. I am glad that I did, because it does help to clarify the situation . It was a unique experience for me, quite unexpected, and as swiftly come and gone as a breath of air. But it stayed with me ,and now if I ever catch a scent of "three flowers talc" I am caught up in that moment again. Cheers Cass
Comment from BLACKDYKE
Beautiful complete yet succinct story Cass. I cannot say what it is which encapsulates me but it does. And the last line is riveting. A ghostly 'Her soft voice fell, but gently such' has captured my imagination. Worthy of my sixer. Eric
reply by the author on 23-Oct-2015
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Beautiful complete yet succinct story Cass. I cannot say what it is which encapsulates me but it does. And the last line is riveting. A ghostly 'Her soft voice fell, but gently such' has captured my imagination. Worthy of my sixer. Eric
Comment Written 23-Oct-2015
reply by the author on 23-Oct-2015
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Dear Eric, thank you for your review and the SIX stars. This poem is a sweetie , I know. It seemed to write itself the day of the visit to the lovely house/museum where the encounter took place, I am glad you like it. Nice to hear from you again .cheers Cass
Comment from Sambangi
I liked the rhyming and soft and sweet words in this poem. At times this kind of feelings happen to me too when I visit museums. The difference is you put that into a beautiful poem.
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reply by the author on 23-Oct-2015
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I liked the rhyming and soft and sweet words in this poem. At times this kind of feelings happen to me too when I visit museums. The difference is you put that into a beautiful poem.
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Comment Written 23-Oct-2015
reply by the author on 23-Oct-2015
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Dear Friend, thank you for your review and the five stars. The place where this happened was a beautiful house that had been the family home for generations. The room in question belonged to Alicia, the second daughter.
She had been away at school where there was an outbreak of Cholera, and she died shortly after she came home.. Her room was never changed after that; even her shoes with the slight mark of her feet impressed in them were under the dressing table where she had left them. Every time I smell the scent of "Three Flowers Talc" I am reminded of that sweet, sunny room and the girl who slept there .Cheers Cass
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Oh, thank you my friend for the details
Comment from sbedian
I liked this one a lot, it was short but packed with feeling. I loved the last line that rhymed well, "she said, 'don't touch'". I wonder what the meaning of it is exactly, is it a man who is coming onto a woman and she is stopping his advances, or something else? Is it something about an item being sold in a store instead? I'd love to know.
reply by the author on 23-Oct-2015
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I liked this one a lot, it was short but packed with feeling. I loved the last line that rhymed well, "she said, 'don't touch'". I wonder what the meaning of it is exactly, is it a man who is coming onto a woman and she is stopping his advances, or something else? Is it something about an item being sold in a store instead? I'd love to know.
Comment Written 23-Oct-2015
reply by the author on 23-Oct-2015
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Dear Friend, thank you for your review and the SIX stars. This poem was written about an incident while visiting a lovely old house restored as a museum.. I was about to enter the room of one of the daughters (1800s) and just at that moment it seemed as if she touched my sleeve and told me not to touch anything in her room. It was an oddly compelling experience, one which I have known more than once while visiting other similar places. I hope it becomes clearer now, just what the poem is saying. Refer to Author Notes Cheers Cass