by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
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Image (c) 2010, Karla Dorman
Truman Capote lied. While
Breakfast(ing) at Tiffany's,
he said, 'It's better to look
at the sky than live there.
Such an empty place; so
vague. Just a country where
thunder goes and things
disappear.' Not so. Ever
changing, ever reaching,
the expanse overhead: what
goes on there affects us
down under. Must be a
magnetic pull: find myself
always looking up at the
wonders filling my eyes:
each one new and exciting,
each one unique --- never
the same sky twice. I'd
never be bored. I'd chase
the sun from one horizon to
the other, break a bucking
bolt of lightning, dance with
the Northern Lights, ride
the jet to destinations
unknown, surf the clouds,
spin down to earth on the
the back of a twister and
slide into the pot of gold at
the end of the rainbow --- I'd
do it all. Let me live high
and free, unfettered by the
restrictions of gravity ---
(c) 2010, Karla Dorman (9/21)
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|Reviewed by Rebecca Russell
|Can I come, too? Great write, Karla! Rebecca|
|Reviewed by Mary Coe
|WOW! you have so many ideas in your head. You just keep these poems and stories coming.|
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|wonderfully written Karla.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Karla, your poetic high reminds us of how our imaginations and spirits soar unbounded by our earthly feet. The expanse of blue above us an ever changing environ of color and light that reaches out and demands our attention. We never tire of its mysterious allure. You capture the emotions perfectly my dear friend. May this day find your sky filled with puffy white clouds and azure blue. May peace and love embrace you. Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Great picture and write, Karla.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Nicely done Karla,
|Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
|This is a great poem, thank you for sharing
In Christs Love
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Dancing with the REAL stars,Karla! Love this poem ,and the exciting energy your words arouse! Fantatic poem!|
|Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
|WE could find making clouds to sit on and what the days away...good write.|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Kudos from the peanut gallery, Karla. This is exquisite.|
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|I'm high on your lovely words, Karla.
The den was/is not the same without
your stormspinning poetry. -gene.
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|Wonderful poetry. One of your best. Imagery surreal, imagination and creativity abound. Lovely, lovely, lovely......|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|And here I thought by the title that this might be a poem about getting high...you sucked me in, LOL, Ed|
|Reviewed by Artūrs Lūsis
|Lovely writing! I still incline towards nothing is up there or anywhere else; yet this, of course, is a sublime example of diverse thought; everyone must think about & ackowledge all possible ways our lives can take. Of course, nature's power is immense and immaculate - this piece has one language with it. Plus I love Your style of writing; how poem goes through changes of itself; not only description, but opinionS that converse with each other. Great use of language and poetic freedom.
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|Karla, you are back and in excellent form! I love this!|
|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|Splendid writing Karla...sounds like a heavenly place to visit
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Awesome poetry, Karla, and that piccy is stunning! Very well penned/imaged; brava! One of your very BEST!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Saw a huge hawk this morning while leaving; thing flew right over my head! BIG bird!!
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|I have a friend that spent many years looking down; at the sidewalk, the curb, the grass, never looking forward or upward, a generally sad person, until one day he looked up at the sky...it totally changed his life, that and he stopped walking into light poles. Nicely written.
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Karla, this poem gave me such an uplift of spirit. Your energy is so profoundly found within your words..I would love to be gravity free and go wherever I want to wander...This is a spectacular poem..
Thank you for making my morning..
Much peace, love and light,