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Rigor Mortis
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Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Saturday, March 12, 2005
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*I AM OKAY.*
This is how this one came to me, and so, I write.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i am not unfamiliar with death. i see it regarding me from behind corpse's eyes. i hear it chuckling beneath its terrible disguise. i feel it reaching for me to bring 'round my demise. i wonder how long i have until my last good byes? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (C) Copy written, 12 March, 2005, by Karla Dorman.
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| Reviewed by Terry Vinson |
3/20/2005 |
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Karla,
Though most purposely avoid thoughts of 'the big sleep', it's something we all ponder on occasion. Great poem..
Love the picture ('Mama' Bates, isn't it?)
Terry |
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| Reviewed by Karen Chalfant (Reader) |
3/14/2005 |
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| It's surely a thought in the back of the mind. Great poem, Karla! |
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| Reviewed by ~Indigo~ Elga |
3/14/2005 |
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Dear Karla,
The picture shocked me enough... your words profound and haunting.
I am glad that you are ok Karla :)
Warm hugs
Elga Your friend in SA |
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| Reviewed by Marilyn Seray |
3/13/2005 |
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| this is deep. Well written poem |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
3/13/2005 |
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| Yeah, we can never quite be free from such thoughts, perhaps... I have toyed with the idea of writing a poem about knowing the date and time and about how I would spend those final hours, like waiting for an appointment or something... would I run or wait placidly? This is striking in its succinctness and brevity, Karla. Very well done. TY Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Carole Mathys |
3/13/2005 |
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A haunting write, Karla....
Hugs, Carole |
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| Reviewed by George Jackson |
3/13/2005 |
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| Haunting questions well expressed. |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
3/13/2005 |
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Buddha said, "a wise man neither seeks nor avoids death" ... when it's you time, you'll know ...
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
3/13/2005 |
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| What a pic - What a poem! |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
3/13/2005 |
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OMG that is what I am going to look like soon!!
Can you see the resemblance?????
Oh Dear OHHHHHHHHH Dear!!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers |
3/13/2005 |
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Karla, That is a question we as earth bound creatures have not the insight to answer..so we live everyday as though it is that day, and that way we will always be prepared.
Scary photo but wonderful write!
Lisa |
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| Reviewed by Larry Rochelle |
3/12/2005 |
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| You wrote this with real "rigor," and the photo adds a bit of tingle to the phantasm. |
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| Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen |
3/12/2005 |
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Intersting write I have to agree, glad its not late at night might get the creeps from looking at the pic ugh!
God Bless
Michelle! |
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| Reviewed by J. Pajot |
3/12/2005 |
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| Interesting write...that thought that creeps in late at night when we awake and the reality of mortality nags at our near conscious mind. |
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| Reviewed by Barbara Terry |
3/12/2005 |
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Karla this is a very good description of how I layed on my bed in the Wisconsin Child Center, and again at the WSH. Only I didn't wonder tho, I hoped for an end to my hell, that was forced upon me. Even tho I will never know what I did wrong to deserve that kind of punishment, I have grown stronger from the experience. Thnx for sharing Karla. May the Lord be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love, peace, & (((HUGS))), Barbie
"If I have to...Then I may as well be." |
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| Reviewed by Sarah Tagert |
3/12/2005 |
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| Profound write! |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
3/12/2005 |
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Karla the poem is superb even if disturbing, but the pic now that is truly horror, I can't bear to look at it;-)!
etw |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
3/12/2005 |
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So Karla, rigor has finally set in,
Seems you are a bit young,
The picture does not do you justice,
Life can certainly be to live, a sin...
Maybe if you redid your hair, but your teeth are pretty well intact...Ed ;) |
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
3/12/2005 |
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It is the final unknown question, isn't it Karla. Your poem reminds us that we should live each day as through it were our last and love like the world might end tomorrow for all of us. Freaky picture, very good poem.
Take care,
Sherry |
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| Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) |
3/12/2005 |
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| Yes it is thought provoking be we will live until the day we die. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
3/12/2005 |
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(((Karla)))
Thought provoking and chilling write; very well done! Love how your mind works; keep up the awesome job! BRAVA! (But that pic DOES give me the creeps! BRRR!)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( |
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| Reviewed by Dave Harm |
3/12/2005 |
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| An age old question, which can cripple us if we let it... the answer is, we should say our "good byes" and our "love you's" on a daily basis... it will make our "hello's" even more special... great write, thank you, Dave |
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