The Road to There (poem) by Dawn Anderson on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on November 12, 2009

Understanding the bridge into the future let alone successfully finding it. Your poem illustrates a quiet contemplation that usually is the bridge to fulfilled life........Jerry

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

Reviewed on November 7, 2009

The photograph is lovely and beautifully compliments your contemplation. You are an astute and ever-wise student of Life.

Reviewed by Art Hernandez

Reviewed on November 1, 2009

nice thoughts Dawn...

we are a present waiting to become the future...

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on October 31, 2009

I love how you ended the first verse, Dawn. Enjoyed this poem.
Sheila

Reviewed by Ed J.

Reviewed on October 30, 2009

You are a poet of moments, saying so much in so few words. Wonderful write.

Stay well and keep writing

Ed

Reviewed by Carin Spirit

Reviewed on October 27, 2009

Thank you for sharing. Be Well, Carin'

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on October 25, 2009

DONE WELL, DAWN. I APPLAUD THE GIFT WITHIN YOU. THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS LOVELY WORK ON THE REWARDS OF FAITH. BLESSINGS.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on October 24, 2009

Excellent write dawn
a perfect picture for your
outstanding posting
Love & peace

William

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on October 24, 2009

As always you waste no words but do not skimp on emotion when you write. This is excellant...poetry at its best.
hugs
fee

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on October 24, 2009

I am drawn into your philosophical outlook as expressed via your verses here, Dawn. Thank you. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by David Hightower

Reviewed on October 24, 2009

Dawn - Enjoyed The Road to There. Liked how you begin the poem with:
She

imagines life as

a bridge�

an expansive space

linking the past

to the present�.

and end it with:

slowly

shaping the now,

into its

future.

- David

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on October 24, 2009

EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on October 24, 2009

This poem reminds the reader of that song, Bridge over troubled waters, and that the pasture is greener on the other side, or what can be called ...hope.

Georg

Reviewed by L Hippler

Reviewed on October 23, 2009

Another good one, Dawn. I honestly think your poetry is getting even better with each week.
Larry

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on October 23, 2009

Dawn,
Well expressed vivid images in pursuit of the elusive, tantalising 'there'

John

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on October 23, 2009

A deeply meditative poem with superb metaphor, Dawn!

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on October 23, 2009

beautiful, reflective then powerful-i enjoyed this!

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on October 23, 2009

Dawn,
Excellent poetry. The bridges are ours to cross and although we get some wrong we do get some right. Bless You My Friend Always, Paul.

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on October 23, 2009

..so true Dawn..we should never lose sight of 'there' as we travel down this road, such insight to life as I read this wonderful poem!
Christine

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on October 23, 2009

Well said, Dawn. I'm glad to know there is a there there. -gene.

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on October 23, 2009

You can't burn the bridge of life because you have already crossed it.

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper

Reviewed on October 23, 2009

A beautiful picture and a beautiful poem. I like the concept you've painted with words--a bridge that links the past to the present. Nicely done.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on October 23, 2009

WOW, Dawn, much to ponder in these thought provoking lines - well done!

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

Reviewed by Ron Karcz

Reviewed on October 23, 2009

Nice thought and well put, as usual. By thye way, how is your bridge building going?

Ron xo

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on October 23, 2009

I hear you, Dawn / Sometimes we have to let go in order to forge ahead / The future can scare us, but it is the future which should be scared of us . . .