Hint Of Scent. Comments

Fay, You compose musical notes with your words. Sweet and sour memories of the past, Open the flood gates of senses fast. With them the scent of happiness bring, But finally in them the staleness stink. CP

Our senses are but triggers, the keys that unlock the mind memories stored are selected, its there they are confined a song, a place, a glance a smell, replay a memory of the past then its stored away again, as new ones are amassed lovely theme Fay

you have such a beautiful way of caressing with words...I always read your work and nod my head...what a gift.

beautifully expressed fay..memory becomes a breeze to bring the smell of a loved one...the sad emotions in this poem expressed very well....10

Oh Fay...I can feel the emotion in these words..Isn't it funny how a small thing like an object or smell puts you back in a place where memories are now spent...10++ Sue