For What Is... (poem) by Dawn Anderson on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on March 13, 2010

...AND THIS IS LIFE...ISN'T IT? THIS VIVID IMAGERY OF 'CLOTHES' WE'VE ALL WORN AND PROBABLY WILL WEAR AGAIN...AS SOME TIME OR ANOTHER IN OUR LIFETIME. EXCELLENT, DAWN AND SO ENJOYED. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING AND LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on January 26, 2009

Dawn~!

Succinctly perfect!! Marvelous!!

Hugs,

Lance

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

Reviewed on January 10, 2009

Stimulates me to ask the question for myself, do I even want to belong? Much of the time, I think not, as to belong often means that I must play some sort of social game where the best players are all oven-mitted and blind.
Blessings, J'nia

Reviewed by Ed J.

Reviewed on November 30, 2008

I think at one time or another we all feel out of place or not fitting in. Your attention to the emotions of moments amazes me.

Ed

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on November 27, 2008

This is a mirror many people will find their �mages reflected in a most vivid way. Love your perspectives, Dawn

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on November 23, 2008

"Views life as if trapped at the bottom of a murky pond"
Great image, so expressive!
And a question that we have all asked ourselves...

Axilea

Reviewed by J AG

Reviewed on November 21, 2008

Is it ever enough? Are we? Questions that have plagued the soul for generations, questions that still haunt us today.... Beautiful presentation.

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on November 20, 2008

Isn't that the way, I've been my
own worst enemy for years ;)
Great write, Dawn!

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed on November 20, 2008

You constantly amaze me, two big thumbs up for this

Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)

Reviewed on November 19, 2008

Like He, we are often our own worst enemy, blessings, Holly

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on November 18, 2008

Substance for thought, Dawn. Nicely and thoughtfully expressed. Thank you. Love and best wishes,d

Regis

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on November 18, 2008

Dawn,
I think we've all felt loneliness that comes from being misunderstood. I like the creativity of this write. Beautiful imagery enhances the message. hugs
Sheila

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on November 17, 2008

This is true of how it feels when we are constantly criticized, very wise of you to make the comparison to falling leaves. Love, Michelle

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on November 17, 2008

Excellent & well expressed write
Love & peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on November 17, 2008

Great thinking here, Dawn. Yes, we perhaps pay little attention to the withered leaf, thinking it but a poor shadow of what we consider it is intended to be. Likewise the muddied riverbed. A lesson here perhaps about the importance of positive self-image and not permitting our self-worth to be shaped by the eyes of those whose perceptions are inadequate or ignorant. xx

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on November 17, 2008

Thought provoking piece Dawn!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on November 17, 2008

This poem is spot on! Amazing intuitive piece of writing...
Cryssa

Reviewed by Joel Andre

Reviewed on November 17, 2008

Amazing! You capture the feeling and the flow, and tell a story with just a handful of lines. Your words are used well, and your idea forms in perfection. You have moved me.

You are very talented. Thank you for sharing this gem.

Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo

Reviewed on November 17, 2008

A thoughtful, meaningful, and well-written piece ... leaves your reader saying "oh yes...I know this feeling very well". Well done! Best, Elizabeth

Reviewed by Art Hernandez

Reviewed on November 17, 2008

Nice work Dawn....life is like that tree you speak of, we cling to each and every branch seeking to be a part of the force that gives to those other leaves clinging and hoping to be...and yet the realization...at times...is that eventually we will fall like the winter will come, and then we are wisped away by the wind...or time...wondering of those moments when we feel like stangers to the tree...of life...

nice...

Art Sun...

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

Dawn,
How often I've felt like that leaf, was that leaf, am that leaf. Sharp and true, thank you.
John

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

luv the logic of this poem ...

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

Such a sad write Dawn...Words can surely hurt....
Glad to see you post!
Love,Christine

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

Dawn,

Few write with the power you do: you tell quite a story in six lines. Well done.

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

Reviewed by L Hippler

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

That is amazing, Dawn. With a few simple lines you create a picture we can all identify with.
Larry

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

Again, Dawn, I applaud (quietly) your deep talent, your
sensitive skills. I suppose, as sometime in their lives,
many of us could identify with th leaf. We often live in
a world overrun with judges. -gene.

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

A beautiful and thoughtful write. John Donne said, "No man is a island", and so he isn't in the broad specturm of work, marrage, and family; however, he is an island unto his own weaknesses and feelings of vulnerability.

Reviewed by Southern Comfort

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

If you had put she instead of he, this poem would have been about me!
Beautifully worded and expressed! HUGS! SC

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

OH, is it a leaf for I'm feeling so sorry for them right now...absolutely beautiful and poignant write. Love, Bonnie

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

poignant write--

Reviewed by F William Broome

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

Thee you go, again, nailing it in the first few lines. Well done, O Learned One! Intriguing, indeed! - Bill

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

Views life as if trapped at the bottom of a murky pond

Seems like a very sad way to view any and all life.

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

Many of us are misrepresented by what others see in us;
and many of us have misrepresented ourselves to others.

The truth of the matter:

Always be yourself,
and write ONLY what you know.

When one doesn't know enough of the topic
he writes about and he writes
IDIOT becomes him through misrepresentation
by himself to others!!!

What an interesting thought-provoking poem!!!

Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

I like this look at someone you obviously know well and have a care for. Well done.

fee

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

How wonderful to know that a little of Mother Nature wishes to linger on with us. Thank you Dawn for sharing, enjoyed as usual.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

Interesting poem,well written.This poem relates to everyone about life in general and how we feel.take care

Edwin

Reviewed by Ted Bossis

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

Oh my goodness _ such is that preoccupation of others to insight and project nothing to enhance the unique individualism gifted to us all.~.evol TedSo

Reviewed by Linda Law

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

I know this is about that pitiful leaf...but... it sounds like it's about me.... reality ain't what it used to be .... :-)) lindalaw

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

I agree with Ted's comments.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

Gorsh . . . You been readin' my mind again, you wench? . . . LOL . . .

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

NICE!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

Neat one Dawn :-)

Simple truth here. The negative viewpoint rather than the positive view -- makes all the difference in the world, on all levels of life.

Ted