Always Behind (poem) by L. G. Figgins on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on October 8, 2006

Most insightful and wise, Linda. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Chrissy McVay

Reviewed on July 21, 2006

Very good, though the tiny print was a bit hard on these dyslexic eyes...

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Reviewed on July 19, 2006

Lots of well planted thoughts within these lines

Reviewed by Aberjhani

Reviewed on July 18, 2006

Splendid write with deeply soulful observations and philosophical wisdom. Enjoyed it tremendously.
Aberjhani

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on July 18, 2006

I feel as if I were spit out again. ;)
This is some imagery for imaginings.
Excellent Lin!

Reviewed by Paul Williams

Reviewed on July 18, 2006

I love the imagery in this Linda...I guess it means we're pretty much an unbalanced lot, or perhaps lost, would be more appropriate. Still a superb piece.

Paul;-)

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on July 18, 2006

Mmmm... particularly - as you will know! - love the allusions to the cotton - so pure, so resiliant and a natural protection that weathers and survives so well, yet is always so newly fresh and crisp when laundered.... great allegory here, as always. Some wonderful lines and images, Linda.

And I haven't forgotten about the Eagles report... but, in brief... it was GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!! :))) LOL Kate xx

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on July 17, 2006

A well-crafted, haunting write, Linda.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on July 17, 2006

Not my philosophy, but one many will idenntify with.

Ron

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on July 17, 2006

Perfect synopsis!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on July 17, 2006

poignant read

Reviewed by Pierre Ortega

Reviewed on July 16, 2006

We are lost when we come into this world and then found by those around us. Later when we are lost all we desire is to be found and when found our rescue only breeds contentment for a short time. Until the realization of true life sets in....... "Tenderness so rare save from my Granddaughter's cool fingers" Such an excellent line and poem. I can really relate. Pierre.

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on July 16, 2006

The further we move forward,
the more we leave behind.
Always!

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on July 16, 2006

One day we will all catch up.

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on July 16, 2006

are we always behind or too far forward? excellent synopsis ...

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on July 16, 2006

The more we go forward the more we lag behind...your wisdom in accepting this truth has touched me.
thank you,
susan

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on July 16, 2006

"Tenderness so rare except from my granddaughters fingers..." I can so understand and appreciate this poem and especially that line. Well done and said.

Fee

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on July 16, 2006

Linda

Tis true...we are but dust in the wind...

Peter