A Cold, Grey November In My Soul (poem) by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen

Reviewed on November 5, 2007

Excellent write keep it up and be blessed
God Bless
Michelle~

Reviewed on November 2, 2007

There are times when I hear my mother's voice saying, " This is cold down to my bones!" That is when it's so cold the bones have no way of heat. I hope you are warmer today!
love,
Susan

Reviewed by Ann Scarborough

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

Great write, Karla. My feelings exactly!!
Love,
annie

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

Insightful and powerful. Excellent Liz

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

Yup, I sure is Thunderstruck by this one, you little sunbeam ray...

Too much drink mine does the same..lol, flag that is...

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

Reads perfectly normal to me - poetic, insightful, and fulfilling. Well done! Blessings ...
Richard

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

Must be like that all over because I just managed to take down my Halloween decorations and lights and the rain came thundering down.

fee

Reviewed by D Johnson

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

dark and pensive clouds hanging in your soul. me thinks, your muse needs to take some happy pills.

cheers,
dan

Reviewed by Kathy Armijo

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

Dreary is the word that comes to mind. Give me sun, even if it's cold. I don't like dark gray skies during the day.

Kathy

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

If I were to face a gloomy day
like your selkected picture for
these piece, I stay in bed myself,
thanks for sharing Karla
Peace & Love

Willim

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

Mamma always said there would be days like this,,,,,,,,
Great description Karla,,
Christine

Reviewed by Charlie

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

WoW, Texas girl! This is incredible--well worth waking up for. Your muse knows her stuff! But I betcha $12.00 it's colder here. --Charlie

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

Karla, sunny skies are definitely coming your way, just smile and think positive...
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

The "Melancholy clouds" of your poem paint a dismal picture. That is the way I feel when the skies are dark and overcast. Very descriptive with strong images.

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

your words paint a clear visual--

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

Sound like a typical Halloween night to me . . . Well written . . .

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

Great write. I greeted November with a smile. Your friend and brother abdi-noor

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

November may be cold, grey, and drab, but there's nothing cold, grey, or drab about YOU or this wonderful poem! Very well penned, Karla; brava! Love it!

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

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

Karla,

I don't believe it's only you. There's just something drab about November 1st. It is All Souls Day. Bless You Always, Paul.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

November color is gray, but not in Alice Spring (Australia) where you will be going around begging for water, and sweating like a pig.
Heve you see a sweating pig? I don't.
Georg

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on October 31, 2007

OOOOH you got de blues matey, need a BOO not a blue to cheer you

BOOYAH hehe
Hugs
n great expressive write Karla
Ch'erie