Mommy!! (poem) by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on March 18, 2008

You can join Rufuz under the covers with the shades shut in t-storms and such...ed

Reviewed on March 15, 2008

A powerful sharing of feelings.....M

Reviewed on March 14, 2008

I likes, I likes! I love the image of "lightning flashes, whitewashing my room to pale. All is bleached bone...I am the only dark thing..." Very visual!

Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen

Reviewed on March 14, 2008

Powerful words here, thank you for sharing
God Bless
Michelle~

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on March 14, 2008

I love the description of this photo. Very good job showing that white-washed pale color!

Cryssa

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on March 14, 2008

Like Carole said ..it must be hard to deal with such fear!!

My dog has this fear for lightning!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on March 14, 2008

That must be hard to deal with...I am one of those who just love storms.
love, Carole~

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Reviewed on March 14, 2008

What a picture you paint my friend. Wonderful write and pic. Love, Bonnie

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper

Reviewed on March 14, 2008

Ahhhhh, how many times many of us were afraid as a child of the old man up there blowing his mighty horn splitting the sky with lightning. Your poem gives an image of that fear.

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on March 14, 2008

Karla we all have a fear, as I would be hiding there wth you holding on for dear life. Thats when I close my eyes and pray for strength.
Thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on March 14, 2008

Karla~

Your fear is my fear: we both cringe/tremble at Storm's onslaught. This is when we wish we had mom around, so she could hold us, calm our fears. Living in Texas has only intensified our StormFear. Powerful write of emotional upheaval at the hands of Storm; very well penned/illustrated! BRAVA!

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

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on March 14, 2008

If you see under the bed you will find that there aren't monsters, if you see outside the window at the storm, you will find that the sky people are only playing their silly games.
Mommy could had told you so.

Georg

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 14, 2008

Sounds like a terrible nightmare, and wishing you far more pleasant dreams.

Reviewed by Diana Wiles

Reviewed on March 14, 2008

My heart goes out to you here Karla...but you have created the atmosphere admirably. Your Mom would be there holding your hand if it were possible..and would never see you as a coward...just her little girl who needed her support and Love. Hugs, Diana.

Reviewed by RaeLynn Teller

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

Move over. I'm right beside you.
I'll hold you if you hold me.
Really nice to know I'm not alone in my fears.
Well done.
--RaeLynn

Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

"Mommy" sounds like told from the eyes and heart of a child.

Blessings,
~Gwendolyn

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

...a pale room...and a shadow behind the heart...you have penned well Karla...
fearful pen...
John

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

awwww..come here, let me hug you:-)

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

I love how you create the atmosphere in all your storm writings. You are so creative!!!

Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Nicky Goodman

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

Karla - really strong write - do you use candles? They warm the room and their steady flame in a storm can be a comfort, a meditation...hope the storm has passed now, nicky xx

Reviewed by Randall Barfield

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

Delicious, frightening, and mysterious!

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

I wish you would have known Texas weather before you settled there! Poor Karla, it must be terrible to have such fears! Excellent portrayal of them!

Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

To live in an area where thunderstorms can also mean tornado possibilities, we have good reasons to fear. It's the darned black clouds during the day that make me cringe :o)
You've explained your fears in quite a unique way...great poem!

Micke

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

Very heartwrenching and emotional, calling out and listening to silence.....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

Storm fears develop in the womb I'm told...interesting to think it could be congenital...I wonder if your momma was at one time in a big storm during her gestation with you and Karen Lynn...it's a point to ponder...love the photo and the ghost-like lightning...I see a life-line in this pic...you'd make a great photographer for those ghost hunters who go into a haunted house and record it on film...no sheets to duck under, Karla...hope it's finally dry there...sleep well...

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by Charlie

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

A Mommy? poem. I know about those. I'm so sorry, Karla. Doesn't matter how long it's been or how old you are, does it? God Bless you, Karla. I'm sorry, Charlie.