Pastiche

Wow, the memories after Love's promise...whether we lose them to time, death or lost Love, what emotions can be awakened with just a smell! Bittersweet and beautiful, Audrey, in it's haunting pain.

I love this poem, Audrey...so vivid, I can taste it!

Lost love, I guess we've all had one or two. I loved the way you drew a picture of that time in your life, the happiness, then the loss. Hauntingly beautiful..

Pastiche is one of my favorite words. And now I have a new favorite poem of yours. Very delicately done.

Audrey, lovely poem. How often our senses come into play when we yearn for a memory, a reminder of a certain time. Old Spice aftershave on a shirt, a scent on the wind can take us back so easily and then it's gone, ephemeral but beautiful.

Beautifully said!

you paint an amazingly powerful word picture. I can almost smell the Old Spice and feel the loneliness.

great word pictures, Audrey. great conjurations!

Audrey, you interpret your words so well in all your wonderful poems.

Voted up and beautiful, Joyce.

Hey there you graceful giraffe! This is a great visual here. And I loved it! Ann

Audrey you write how I feel it is amazing

Voted up and sharing

Debbie

I love this poem because I can relate to it so well. My first love wore Old Spice, and if I smelled it today, I would think of him. Beautiful. I voted this UP, etc.

Passionate and very vivid, painting beautiful pictures of love. Voted up.

Voted up and awesome. Reading this today does not remind me of an old love which you meant it to do. The reason being that today is my dad's birthday and he's been gone so long as he died when I was ten and the smell of him haunts me to this day as it was Old Spice. So thank you for the memories and if mom was still here and not with him she would have cried at this poem.

You write poetry very well Audrey. This is very lovely.

Audrey up and awesome!

oh, those good old, sad memories...great poem Audrey...voted up awesome...

This poem makes me feel nostalgic and introspective, I love the passion and then the loneliness. Jamie

Bitter sweet memories revealed in your lovely poem. Nice work.

Exquisite. . .

What really got to me was "kissing it off your moustache as you spoke my name . . . "

Beautiful, bitter-sweet, haunting...but the truth is I was captivated by the word Pastiche, a word not used nearly. often enough. :)

My father wore Old Spice his whole life and now one of my sons does. It will always mean straight- forward masculine strength and kindness...apparently there was a whole generation of we women whose fathers and uncles, maybe brothers wore Old Spice. :)

It is always intriguing to read the words of a poet so profound like yours. I feel your words so haunting and true.

Too beautiful, Audrey.And yes, it reminds us of the strong man who leaves us feeling empty and lonely. A great write, which I share!

I am glad I went back for a reread, what a wonderful poem. Jamie

A very emotional poem with such free flowing words and so touchy

This one surely touches the heart of every reader. Showing her age she says, Old Spice is part of childhood and adulthood and adds smell to the beauty of your words! Sad but truly beautiful.

Voted up, awesome, and beautiful.