G.hosts (poem) by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on October 22, 2008

Karla, they never really leave us, do they -- every day there is something that instantly reminds us of them -- this is a wonderful tribute to your folks -- peace and love to you -- JMW

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on October 19, 2008

Splendid job. thanks dear Karla

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on October 17, 2008

One of your best, Karla. A phenominal write:)
Sheila

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on October 16, 2008

Exquisite writing Karla!
We're not supposed to forget...

Love,
ET

Reviewed by Juliet Waldron

Reviewed on October 16, 2008

What strong and good parents! They are still with you, too, as is shown in your words. Thank-you for this.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on October 16, 2008

You never will forget...the sense of smell is the strongest memory inducer, I'm told...e

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on October 16, 2008

truly beautiful write--touching

Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)

Reviewed on October 16, 2008

Without our precious memories, life would be so incomplete. A heartfelt write Karla, love Holly

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on October 16, 2008

their fragrance lingers in
the flooded front room of
my eyes

Powerfully penned, and extremely heartfelt, Karla.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on October 16, 2008

Great words, sweet remembrances, although some of us wanted, need, must forget.

Georg

Reviewed by Evelyn Simon

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

You never really do forget. Great poem Karla. :o)

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

deeply moving, heartfelt poem, Karla ...

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

Dear Karla,

You commit wholly to your work . . . an amazing write!!

Hugs,

Lance

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

great tribute and heartwarming at the same time. Such memories to treasure. I'm sorry for your losses. Liz

Reviewed by Darryn Murphy

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

great read well done

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

You nver forget or I hope we don't as I was setting my table for Thanksgiving dinner with my mom's special dishes, I realized my mom was right here with me after 13 years, I am still blessed. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

Karla,
gorgeous form and such evocation through scent and aromas!
John

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

I like this divergence you have made Karla and the unique style of this write. It speaks of lingering memories, good or bad that work as reminderes of life gone by.
hugs
Fee

Reviewed by Denise Edwards

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

G.Hosts, very creative, Karla. Those smells, sounds and little souvenirs dear loved ones leave behind, even without them, like you said: how can we ever forget them? Wonderful write!

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

real evocation here, Karla, and love the form you have chosen

their fragrance lingers in
the flooded front room of
my eyes

brilliant! Now to read Charlie's... xx

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

Isn't it odd how we remember all those little things that weren't important then, but are now--they represent something to hold onto in memory. An interesting write and a nice tribute.

Reviewed by Charlie

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

Your last stanza is mind-popping gorgeous. I'm sorry for your loss too. --Charlie

Reviewed by Rebecca McKeehan

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

For me its Avon Moonwind and Elizabeth Taylor's White Diamonds for Mom. Either one can bring tears to my eyes. Exceptionally well done. Rebecca

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

Old-day scents trigger memories...mine's bay leaves, rum, Old Spice, Jim Beam, sandalwood, nag champa, musk, patchouli, eucalyptus, horse linament, fresh-cut alfalfa hay, cinnamon, sage, wild cannabis, and lavender...olfactory, where would we be without the sense of smell! Scratch ' sniff reminiscence, Karla...be well you and Karen Lynn...

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

Beautiful way to remember our parents; I smell them in these lines of rememberance. Very well penned, and love the picture! BRAVA, Karla~

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

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

Sweet remembrance Karla. Very well done my friend. God bless.

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Reviewed on October 15, 2008

Know exactly what you mean for if I smell patuli oil I feel my mother near. Old spice and my dad came for a visit. Aren't they wonderful. Lovely touching poem. love, Bonnie