by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Friday, November 05, 2010
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Lest we forget ...
It's a deep, dark November in
my soul, even though the sun
is shining. The wind sniffs
around my shoulders, seeking
a way into the marrow, chilling
me to the bone. You should
be standing tall at my side ----
instead, I lay tear dampened
poppies at your feet. Damn
this war. Your name chiseled
on a headstone is not the
legacy you wanted to pass on
to our son ---- but it is one
I'll make sure he won't forget.
(c) 2010, Karla Dorman (11/5)
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|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|First class Karla. Very moving and unfortunately, timely. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Karla, moving testimony to the madness of war. -gene.|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|It is a legacy of immense pride and commitment to noble causes. It is just so unfortunate that ultimate sacrifice was required. Karla, a riveting reminder of the sacrifices for freedom, peace and humanitarian causes my dear friend. Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|Chilling and tender, Karla. One of your best poems. I love the imagery of the wind sniffing for a way in. Bravo.
|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|A powerful poem that tugs at the heart and soul...well done, Karla!
|Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
|well said, find a peaceful moment today at the memorial there.|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Powerfully written, Karla. Very well done. God bless.|
|Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
|Karla amazing lines, you touch the very soul here, I will never forget!
In Christs Love
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|Such a poignant write, Karla.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A most apt and timely offering, Karla. Yes war is hell and hell is probably war. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|No one with a son or daughter should have their epitaphs carved onto a stone for that son or daughter to have to read one day...bring our boys home...ed|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Poignancy reigns strongly in your lines, Karla; powerfully moving poem! And you BET I won't forget: I CAN'T forget!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|So poignant and well-written. The whole thing is so damned tragic!|