On Aimless Afternoons (poem) by Dawn Anderson on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on July 28, 2008

Don't want to be morbid. But still grieving Tom. Will be a year Aug 17 and the photo reminded me that I bought 2 bunches of daisies just like these to put on his grave on that day. Daisies are for love too, and I loved him very much. Time heals though but it takes so long. I don't have too many aimless afternoons though, keep busy.

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on April 16, 2008

beautiful... a poem that made me feel as though I were there, on an aimless afternoon...
Cryssa

Reviewed by David Hightower

Reviewed on April 15, 2008

Dawn - Love the simplicity and rich imagery of this poem. It has the tone of an aimless afternoon, and holds a completeness in its simplicity. - David

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 14, 2008

superb imagery,Dawn, made me feel the wind in my hair...lovely poem
shows that aimless days are some of the best;-)...ET

Reviewed by R Beeman

Reviewed on April 14, 2008

ah a restless soul lost and searching i feel this. should be picking the petals for you to share. the sense of smelling honeysuckle is awesome. thanks much

always,
randy

Reviewed by L Hippler

Reviewed on April 14, 2008

Really nicely done, Dawn.
Maybe it�s just me, but I thought the picking and tossing of petals could represent a little thoughtlessness.
Larry

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on April 14, 2008

A truly marvelous way to spend any afternoon.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on April 14, 2008

The seeming obliviousness of the subject could mean he is either so in tune with nature that he just absorbs the beauty around him...
or he is one of those who do not know how to take the time, lay in the shade and smell the flowers.
hugs
fee

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on April 13, 2008

...tossed petals...perhaps return in the winds whispers. Beautiful images are painted here...your afternoon in most wonderful light.
excellent Dawn...
John

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on April 13, 2008

Exquisitely imaged, you take us there, Dawn - well done!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on April 13, 2008

I was saying, she loves me she loves me not, she loves me, yikes I lose again, as the wind carried them off...

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper

Reviewed on April 13, 2008

Beautiful thoughts and glorious images. I didn't want it to end.....

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on April 13, 2008

You painted here perfect image of feelings and emotions