Leaves, Underfoot (poem) by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on November 1, 2007

I love the sound of dry leafs crunching
under my feet as I trample through the woods
on a crisp clear cold autumn day.
and imagined where each leaf originated from
dose that sound crazy you???
it dose to me
thanks for sharing this wonderful write
Love & Peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen

Reviewed on October 30, 2007

Exquisite, Karla! The fourth and seventh line are the only possible 'outs', barely, for the underfoot leaves. The last line, shaftingly painful!

Melancholy at its most horrendous, lost-hope moment of birthed, lived and worded-life, aged by seasons, tides and movements. It's not the 'sum' of who others 'see' we are, it is who we are, the 'moments lived', which are the most unique and perspective.

Love your inquisitive mind, Karla. :)

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

Reviewed by Kathy Armijo

Reviewed on October 28, 2007

Hey, you got fall!

Kathy

Reviewed by Walt Hardester

Reviewed on October 28, 2007

Cycles of life making natures own compost for the buds of spring.
Wow, did I say that? Waxing a bit philosophical today....

Walt

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on October 28, 2007

Do they feel? do they really? is Autumn a murderer? is the dry leaves rustling their screams of amputees? are red leaves bloody?
My God girl, you know how to ruin the morning coffee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Georg

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

Now you sound like me Karla;-) Very good thought provoker! methinks it would be cruel if they felt it since we can't avoid stepping on them, they are dead before they leave the tree, that's why they fall off;-)

Love,
ET

Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

LOved this one Karla, keep it up and be blessed
God Bless
Michelle~

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

Cute and very imaginative....

Be safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

Sensitive and full of feeling. Know the feeling well! Love the sounds and sights of fall, but it is such a bittersweet season, isn't it? Your poem captures its essence to a tee, and you have chosen the perfect way to illustrate it! Now I will think of you even more as I
climb the leaved and gullied hills to the mailbox and back [quite a trek, yes]. T h a n k . y o u, dear friend, t h a n k . y o u.
(((((((ILY))))))) Carolina Wren xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxooooooooooxxxxxxxxxxx

Reviewed by Randall Barfield

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

Breaking their brittle backs? Ooh. Cheers

Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

What an imagination you have, Ms. Storm Spinner!
It's the poet in you, right?

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

I love that sound, as I did playing soccer in the frost if it were deemed safe, it is like another planet....TEXAS gets frost?

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

I believe they sing a song of farewell with each step we take on them for they carpet the ground in God's own carpet.

Fee

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

I hope they don't feel either. Those big maple leaves in the picture are gorgeous and I would like step over them if they were in my path.
Nice poem, Karla.

Reviewed by Ann Scarborough

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

I hope not too. They are so beautiful though up there on the trees.
Love,
annie

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

I think it is, as we shed our skin,,, (does that make sense) lol
Christine

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

I would think they died from the initial fall. Worry not m'lady. Nicely said Karla.
Paul

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

When the moisture is gone and oxidation has run it's course, I don't think they feel a thing.

Love,
Susan

Reviewed by Staci Gansky-Wagner

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

Very creative !!

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

Hmm, hadn't thought about it this way! Creative my friend, enjoyed this!
Blessings,
Joyce B.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

Karla~

Hmmm. One can only wonder if leaves do feel pain when stepped on. OW. LOL LOL at Jerry's comment below; aren't we all guilty of doing this?? Very well done; brava!

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

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

You cold-bloodied murderess you, somebody ought to lock you up . . . Shame, Shame!

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

Quite Thought Provoking, StormSpinner, and now, I'll be mullin this over all day!

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on October 27, 2007

ouch! a sensitive write, actually-