|Reviewed by Cynth'ya email@example.com
|At least God never throw a gutter ball...unless it's a test (smile)
blessin's, will talk with you before the holiday is over,
|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|Great images and expressions ! I could see this happening.......M|
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|I used to be an league bowler & you surely must too?
as the skies of your poetry express a hint in your poetic write :)
Embraced ~ Embrassé
|Reviewed by Jerry Engler
|Very nice imaginative poem, Karla. Reading you is easy on the heart and mind. I used to tell my children during lightning storms that God was just making ozone.....Jerry|
|Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill
|LOL, Butterfingers.... so my devastatingly low score HAS a name.
I like this Karla, but I imagine a heard of passed horses thundering the clouds from above, running, playing, and bucking as they tear up God's pastures.
I guess when those guys take a break from running, it's bowling time.
|Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks
|HaHaHa...Karla. I'd heare, too, that when it thunders it's just the bowling ball striking the pins! :o) We've been having enough of these thunderous events, but soon the 'season' will pass...soon!
Blessings and Love ~ Micke
|Reviewed by Lavendar Jazz
|You make a nice analogy with this one... real cute.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Pray God won't clip all our wings - and I love to bowl!|
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|Cute write, Karla!|
|Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines
|Hee Hee!!! Not to worry about that Angel - his antics are the high humor on those great lanes in the sky (God says it really gets boring - setting pins all the time).
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|I LOVE this!|
|Reviewed by Randall Barfield
|Angels having fun and chalking up the spares? That's nice.|
|Reviewed by ** **
|I was told the same as a child when it would storm ... So wonderfully written, Karla ... hugs|
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|Oh No! The bowling alley seems full tonight. I recall go to bed during thunderstorms and laying quietly. There were eight of us and my grandmother would talk about bowling and angels and somehow we got quiet to listen as she animated the storm. I miss her.
Blessings and love,
|Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
|My interpretation of your lovely poem is "a party in heaven" Cute write.|
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|hee, hee, hee...
I once threw the bowling ball backwards... okay, really it was twice...and on ONE date even! OOPS! (and no, it wasn't a date with my husband...Thank goodness! hee, hee...) What an embarrassing thing to do! hee, hee...
I love the analogy in this one, Karla!
|Reviewed by Robert Wilson (Reader)
|Watch out for flying bowling pins, Karla! :)|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Yea sounds like me when I tried bowling...gave it up, they said I was too dangerous and could hurt someone.
|Reviewed by Bernice Lakota
|Too cute Karla, way too cute, brings a smile to my face.|
|Reviewed by John Leko
|...bowling pins...and needles of humor Karla...
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|Great write and it is good that God do always win or we would be in big trouble. Thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Don't ya just love bowling against God; he always wins, must be inside knowledge on his part...;) ed|
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|Those angels were bowling, the Lord told them to say sorry before you go to sleep.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|STRIKE!!! You've bowled a perfect game with this fun, storm-inspired ditty! Loved it; brava, Karla!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twink, Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw)
|This brings back memories of childhood, saying God was bowling when it was storming. Thank you for the memories, Karla....
|Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)
|Super metaphor. Your brother and friend Abdi-Noor|
|Reviewed by Bonnie May
|Delightful, love bowling...great write and thoughts. I went down the alley with my ball too. Loved this, Love, Bonnie|