Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Ghost In The Afternoon Comments

Rating: 5.0

I saw a young man today
In an outdoor café
Who reminded me of you
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Sonya Florentino
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Patti Masterman 18 August 2009

The worst is when you see somebody who exactly resembles your relative who has passed on. Because along with the feeling of recognition, comes a sensation of just how much you have lost out of your life..not pleasant at all. And yes, our age causes us to stop often- the fear of looking ridiculous seems to outweigh a lot of other concerns, doesn't it? I have a triple dose of that I think.

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Rakesh Bedi 12 August 2009

Because ones sub-conscious is Aware.......! ! !

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Shirley Woods 29 July 2009

Hi Sonya, I love it and can feel it. This has definitely gone into my personal favourites. Thank you

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LOVEFOOL Aka 27 July 2009

Love it. full of what ifs and might off beens

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R. Manoj Mohan 25 July 2009

Sometimes we all feel this way when we find a familiar face among the crowd, only to realize later that we were mistaken. Strange, but the same applies to both the ones we love and used to love...

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Duh Huh 17 July 2009

Beautiful Sonya. Touching, heartfelt rendition of how memories do affect us. No matter the distance in time. I love this poem. Thank you very much for sharing. :)

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Lynda Robson 16 July 2009

You have a wonderful insight into life Sonya, this reminds me of when we lose someone close and look for them in a crowd, wishful thinking I suppose, great poem, 10 Lynda xx

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Paul Hansford 14 July 2009

A moment most of us (of a certain age) will recognise. Touching and sad in a smiley kind of way.

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Ruth Walters 12 July 2009

I've done that! Great poem, kind of sad but thought provoking.....kept me interested all the way through to the very last syllable! Ruthy: -)

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Laurie Hill 07 July 2009

So intriguing, a memory comes to life in the face of a stranger

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Sandra Fowler 07 July 2009

Love falls like a shadow across the landscapes of the mind. A perfect title for this elegiac.write. We lucky poets can create beautiful images from our memories.10 for yours, dear Sonya. Love, SandraX

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Sonya Florentino

Sonya Florentino

Manila, Philippines (residing NYC)
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