Scraps Of Thought (poem) by Karen C Vanderlaan on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on February 12, 2008

Oh those scraps are so precious and the memory of the thoughts. Great penned and I was with you throughout your day. Love, Bonnie

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on February 6, 2008

Seems we all do it at one time or another
Scribble some note of immediate thoughts
on the rush, on anything one can get a hold of
Than at night try to decifer,
what looks like chicken scratch
thanks for sharing
Love & Peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on February 5, 2008

I am fit to bust after 30 or so years of "answering everyone else's call"... literally, I don't answer the phone anymore. I leave it to the messenger lady so that I'M in control... probably for the first time in my life. This certainly resonates with me, Karen... I am determined to give my "scraps" first place at the table of my time these days... TY Kate xx

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on February 5, 2008

honestly, i had some of my deepest insights while cleaning a horse stable in Reno :)...tell the scraps of dark thoughts, you are living life as it comes, and it is a wonderful place....here is another enlightening thought: when Buddha was asked, what did you did before enlightment?, he replied: chop wood and carry water. and what did you do after enlightment? he replied: chop wood and carry water. So you see...what changes is not so much our lifestyle, but our attitude about living it. :) wishing you a wonderful day. and if you are seeking "artistic" time...know that it will be there

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on February 5, 2008

Beautiful! It's simply the little things
that bring us the most joy!
Hugs
Dale

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

Wonderfully composed... "Scraps Of Thought" inspires and enchants.

In admiration,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

HAHA I do the same, but never can decipher my scribble..

Like you, my desk is full of scrapes of paper, envelopes, back of bills....

We are all the same... KRAZY Karen...

Reviewed by Kathy Armijo

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

I know this feeling well. Sadly, some of my 'best' thoughts come while driving and there is no opportunity to jot the idea, just gotta hope it 'sticks' in my memory until I have time to write it. I've decided that those which I can't remember, but were truly great, was a personal conversation with God.

God bless you. Kathy

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

This is a fantastic poem Karen! You captured the imagery of your life and brougt it all into perspective as a poet! Kudo's!

Love,
ET

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

It is good, for we don't always remember the best of our best lines...for christmas I got one of those little digital recorders...great when I remember to take it with me...lol

Fee

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

It's funny how words come to mind, and can also be lost so quickly,, hope you can get some solitude time for yourself.
Christine

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

I usually can't find a scrap of paper when I need one, so I stuff them inside the back of my mind. Sometimes, they rather nicely come out later and I type them out; other times, they are lost back there forever.

Reviewed by F William Broome

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

In my years, I have watched this like a never ending movie; - one in which I didn't see then, nor now, how you patient, sweet, loving, and sexy woemn, put up with it all, and still pop out of the box at the curl of a male finger! Whhhhoooooooeeeeeeee!

Very well done... and I know this one is a bit "personal."
- Bill

Reviewed by Ted Bossis

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

Of moments taking notice _ Added depths revealing in another moment _ Oh such moments ~ evevollo _ Ted

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

...well penned thoughts...which are shared...and understood.
John

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

Karen, I am like you when it comes to this...always writing on scraps of paper. Good write.

Reviewed by Randall Barfield

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

Isn't easy, but what if silence prevailed in that countryside instead of the calls, pleas, requests, etc. Voices often are richer than the most heralded music.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

Good write, Karen; well presented! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

Such is the world of the committed woman. A fellow writer can identify with this. The theme must have been on one of those very scraps you write about. You really get the picture of your life across. I like it!

Connie

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

Karen,

I hear you, loud and clear! Something will come to me, I'll write it down, hope I can understand what I wrote. LOL Well done, I like how you gathered your thoughts and penned them for us to read. Well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.