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Dying, Dying
by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Friday, October 20, 2006
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Softly dying, dying, the leaves
hanging on the trees,
barely hanging on by a stem.
Gently falling, falling, the leaves
giving up their souls,
to collect sadly at my feet.
There am I, crying, crying, at the
senseless sacrifice of Fall,
seeing death wearing bright colors.

(c) 2006, Karla Dorman. (10/20)

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Reviewed by Liana Margiva	12/11/2007

BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva




Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia	10/24/2006

Yes, but thank God, it is only for a season,,,while it is being renewed. Beautifully written, Karla. Love, Rhonda




Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher	10/24/2006

Sounds so sad. But wonderful penned! Love and Hugs, B&R




Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson	10/22/2006

A Powerful Impacting Poem.....M




Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow	10/21/2006

I have to echo Tinka here...without fall we cannot have spring..)) Lovely poem Karla... Myrna




Reviewed by Tinka Boukes	10/21/2006

Fall...just the start of a new beginning!! Love Tinka




Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot	10/21/2006

The end of a cycle/life so well penned her Karla, nicely done,"Onya Girl" ( which means good on yah) I wonder what Adam thought when the first fall came? A sobering thought eh. Hugs Ch'erie




Reviewed by Susan de Vegter	10/20/2006

The leaves are the dress coming off. If you took a limb of the treee and cut it off, as it died the leaves would stay on the tree even in death they remain attached because it was killed before it's time. When it's time to change the season the leaves depart the tree and actually fall to die. The tree sleeps while it's new pregnancy ,in spring ,brings about new birth. Think of Fall as the cycle complete of trees. Their time comes again, sweet Karla. Love, Susan




Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen	10/20/2006

This is beautiful Karla, keep it up and be blessed God Bless Michelle~




Reviewed by Taylor Ryan	10/20/2006

Such sadness Karla, in the beauty and color of the leaves...a metaphoric gem as the earth recycles her own spendor to guarantee another Fall. xo Taylor




Reviewed by Regis Auffray	10/20/2006

Because, in the end Karla; we are like the leaves here. The difference is that we never die and I'm not so sure the leaves actually "die" either. I mean. They give life to what grows and become part of that. Girl, you got me thinking here. Thanks for this. Love and peace, Regis




Reviewed by E T Waldron	10/20/2006

Wow! You had me captivated with this gem Karla! Splendid poem! Love, ET




Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado	10/20/2006

Karla, I feel a sense of sadness too when the leaves fall, but I am glad that they come back in the spring. A beautiful write, keep on soaring with the eagles! Your writing has really taken off to incredible levels, and I am honored to read and review your works of art! BRAVA, Karla! (((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :D




Reviewed by Joyce Bowling	10/20/2006

I sometimes feel a bit sad too when the leaves fall but I must remember that the earth is reborn again in the spring with vibrant new life. The bible says that we have an appointed time to live and an appointed time to die...our days are numbered, but the glorious thing is, just as the trees bring forth new life in the spring, so will new life spring forth for us in that glorious city called Heaven someday. Beautiful write my dear friend, makes one stop and appreciate their days here on our borrowed home. Blessings, Joyce Bowling




Reviewed by Felix Perry	10/20/2006

BEautiful reflections but I think and believe that it is a necessary sacrifice like the soldiers who fight and die so future generations will survive...so too the leaf. Fee




Reviewed by H. Lena Jones	10/20/2006

Tis not a senseless sacrifice, sweet Karla. Dry, dry your tears. The leaves had lived their given life, and now must fertilize the ground, somewhere. As a beautiful leave they will no longer be, but alas, dear lady, they will help in the birth and growth of other plants and other leaves. Just like the human life...we are here for a given time, and then we too must depart. Those coming behind will take our place...and so the cycle repeats. So, dry, dry those tears and let that gorgeous smile replace the sadness that you feel. What must be, must be. :) Having said all that, you have penned a precious poem...with deep meaning. Thank you. God Bless LOL Lena




Reviewed by Aberjhani	10/20/2006

A composition at once sparse in its brevity and wonderfully lush in its moddy observations of the life and death cycle symbolized by autumn. Aberjhani




Reviewed by Susan Sonnen (Reader)	10/20/2006

what an awesome last line, Karla! good job! the imagery of leaves giving up their souls as they fall to the ground is another work of art within this poem! Susan




Reviewed by Paul Berube	10/20/2006

Karla, Here am I, reading, reading,a very good poem while sitting here, here, alone with lots of visuals. Silently wondering, wondering,how you get your inspiration day after day. Your awesome my friend.




Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic	10/20/2006

Now THIS is brilliant.. by Jove you did this well.. Brava karla! blessings.. Vesna :) {{{hugs




Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)	10/20/2006

Karla, this is POWERFUL!!!!!!Colorful and emotional muse--Thank you precious for your reviews on my board..They mean so much to me-- Love, Dove




Reviewed by Peter Paton	10/20/2006

What a brilliant and atmospheric pen.. Metaphorically scintillating, you invoke deep emotions with this gem. Bravo Karla Love and Hugs Peter.




Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)	10/20/2006

If all death were as beautiful as this! Wonderful poem my dear sister, Karla




Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)	10/20/2006

Ah, Karla, too tender hearted. Imagine, the leaves turn to compost and give new life to the tree for next spring. Dry your tears, my friend. Rejoice, all will be renewed. Victor




Reviewed by CJ Heck	10/20/2006

Oh Karla! This is magnificent, hon. What wonderful emotion you've woven into this poem about leaves and fall! Your last line is a humdinger, "seeing death wearing bright colors." That's a wowser line, my friend, and one I wish I had thought of first (wink). Truly brilliant. Love, CJ




Reviewed by J M	10/20/2006

Karla the repetion of this repeating is motion in poetry. Well expressed a time of sleep for nature. beautiful Job.... Blessings, Joselyn




Reviewed by alejapoet@aol.com Bennett	10/20/2006

Well written and expressed to the point briefly.




Reviewed by Rusty Daily	10/20/2006

At first blush it would seem the case as you so artfully write, but a mere rest before spring's summer bloom. Rusty




Reviewed by Tactfully Naive	10/20/2006

We stop and smell the roses but walk past them with indifference when they have wilted. Very succinct and written in a kind of descending bass line style - impressive.

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