Crazy. For Him. (For Anessa Blaine) (poem) by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on September 12, 2009

Wow, Karen, this is powerful, and so beautifully written! Even before I read the comments preceding mine, I thought, "I think this is one of her best!" The lines about your tears are amazing! Oh, this is great! You--not a poet? Hah! You go, poet-girl!
Love, Connie

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on September 10, 2009

so well said with well done emphasis~!

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on September 9, 2009

Anessa says thanks, and so do I. A cut above. Patrick

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on September 9, 2009

You've outdone yourself here Karla! Kudo's!
I'm sure Anessa gives you high praise!

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on September 9, 2009

How creatively and beutifully you write this endearing and inspirational piece. You cause me to pause....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on September 9, 2009

POWERFUL!!!!!! IT MOVES THE HEART IN SO MANY WAYS!!!.....m

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed on September 9, 2009

Gorgeous, stunning writing!

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on September 9, 2009

..Karla this is moving...expressed from within..outstanding poetry!
Love,Christine

Reviewed by Don Juan Amante

Reviewed on September 9, 2009

life without love is already fatal, wonderful pen

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on September 9, 2009

Karla, this is so beautiful, so touching, moving and honest...I think one of your best. I'm saving to my library.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on September 8, 2009

Some men have all the breaks but are too schmucks to appreciate it!
For an author that claims not to be a poetess, you write better than one.

Georg

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on September 8, 2009

Risk taking is a good thing. Go for it.

Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle

Reviewed on September 8, 2009

Karla, I don't know if it's possible, but I think your poems are getting better all the time. That's hard to believe because all you poems before were so good. Great work!

With Love,
Cindy

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on September 8, 2009

Indeed Karla...one of your utmost best...love it.
hugs
fee

Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary

Reviewed on September 8, 2009

Another potent one. You're on a roll, Karla. Very powerful.

Reviewed by Juliet Waldron

Reviewed on September 8, 2009

A beautiful, moving take on enduring the raking claws of a mad Love!

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on September 8, 2009

exotically beautiful...
Cryssa

Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)

Reviewed on September 8, 2009

Beautiful poem. Great portrayal of the taste of "forbidden love."

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on September 8, 2009

Wow! Karla - a fabulous tribute and a fantastic capture of the Nessie pen and POV. I salute you - her style is pretty much inimitable and any attempt to write "after" her/it has my admiration.

And your unique thoughts shine through these lines, too:

the
rain silvered like tears -- i taste

them running down my face, broken
little pills that don't go down easy.

...

him godding by as if she (i) don't
exist:

Have to admit to intense envy of your making a verb out of God - that's totally MWAHSS and then some! Rockin, Karla! You do Anessa proud. xx

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on September 8, 2009

Breautifully written dear Karla. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie hugs are on the way, Rose

Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford

Reviewed on September 8, 2009

This is wonderful Karla.
Peace and Love,
Marcia

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on September 8, 2009

Interpretation is in the eye of the beholder I have always heard, Karla. You have struck gold with this poetical masterpiece. My, my, but you surely have.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on September 8, 2009

Interesting poem, Karla; very well penned! Love the piccy; visually arresting! BRAVA~

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

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper

Reviewed on September 8, 2009

Karla, your poem complements that strangely exotic photo. It looks like two dancers and the long femnine arm reaching out is grasped by her partner. Interesting write and great perception.