Monotony (poem) by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*� (Reader)

Reviewed on January 9, 2006

Your poem is an excellent portrait of the Texas landscape, Karla. Time for that nekkid dance? LOL

Love & Light,
Joseph

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on January 9, 2006

Monotony, that is the weather here...pray we get the needed relief soon! Very well done! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on January 9, 2006

Lovely...Karla, your work is enriching.

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on January 9, 2006

This is alive with the snap, crackle and pop of that unyielding heat, Karla... it fizzles along the lines and airwaves and I can sense the tension. I can feel for you in this... reminds me of a hot flush! :)) However, when we have one thing endlessly, we can scarcely remember what it's like to have another... hmmmm... grey skies, dreary fogs and sleet... not a kind swap, I don't think, so hang on in there until that fist of cloud brings some sweet honey rain of a more refreshing order! If you could bottle it however, I'd order a crate-load... LOL K xx

Reviewed by Robin Labenberg

Reviewed on January 8, 2006

Nicely done with both words and image and I will send you some rain and do you want some snow also?

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on January 8, 2006

Vivid images Karla, I will be glad to share our rain...love and peace

Carole

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on January 8, 2006

good images and vein of thought ...

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on January 8, 2006

Very well written Karla!!

Sending some your way...been raining for more than a week here....I AM WET, WET, WET....just everything is WETTTTTT!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on January 7, 2006

Seasonal failure is too bad. The sky remains as naked as a newly-born baby while the earth burns with the scorching heat. When such situations happen in my country, we all come out to pray for rain but allah accepts the collective prayer of people who are clean in the heart and have no enemity among themselves. So sometimes our prayers are not accepted. Anyway I join in prayers with open and sincere heart.
Your brother and friend Abdi-Noor

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on January 7, 2006

Very nice images. Enjoyed.

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Reviewed on January 7, 2006

Poetic excellance to say the least.

Reviewed by J M (Reader)

Reviewed on January 7, 2006

Beautiful calming piece and yes by the moment.

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on January 7, 2006

I remember the brown grass from the south. Great capture of these events.

Reviewed by Elaine Carey

Reviewed on January 7, 2006

Your writing is crisper and cleaner all the time. And our Texas landscape is sure dry!

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on January 7, 2006

I'm praying Karla,but it doesn't always happwn in our time scheme;-)
We have rain again today, not bad but still so unusual. Excellent poem!

Eileen

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on January 7, 2006

I don't know about the raid Gods, but I imagine you are about ready to make a little pack with the devil for some of that wet stuff.

Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero

Reviewed on January 7, 2006

Some aspects of weather conditions can get monotonous, drought certainly can. But within such monotony there's always a poem, and a poet ready to capture the activity within innactivity as you just did. Good job, Karla.

Carmen :-)

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on January 7, 2006

I think the rain Gods may hear the prayer of this poem and send the much needed showers.

Felix

Reviewed by Dave Harm

Reviewed on January 7, 2006

In the plains, we need moisture quickly... been unusually warm in Nebraska 60 degrees today... no rain and no snow... beginning to be fearful of spring and summer... excellent write