poetry
doesn't have to have
rhyme or reason
or meter
it just ... is
(c) 2008, Karla Dorman (9/12)
May not be in this weekend, due to Hurricane Ike. Hurricane wind watches/warnings as close as three counties SOUTH. (Tropical storm wind warnings here, where I am.)
Not worried about storm surge (too far inland) but may have up to eight inches of rain, high winds and the possibility of isolated tornadoes. ICK.
Keep Karen and I in your prayers: we are not happy kitties!!!
Well, in my hit and run appearances here at AD, I am talking to that Big Chief in the sky that make thing easy for my sisters, hope I have been such a bad boy that He doesn't listen to me.
Take care both of you, hear?!
Weve heard on the news that 3.1 million have evacuated, praying and hoping that you and Karen are both ok, watching the news constantly.
If you are ok please shoot back, Love Ch'erie
Dang, Karla, that is about as short and sweet as it CAN get :-)
But absolutely true. How often have well started off with an idea and a first line, and then a second line, and then it began to flow and take on a life of its own - producing itself into something totally different from our original idea? "Protection," written way earlier this morning was like that. My original idea was to portray the threatening panhandlers as akin to those who ran the early protection rackets (thus the title). Before I knew it, my bums had morphed into vampires. Where did that come from? Poems grow like Topsy, as they please, sometimes surprising the writer ...
I'd need so many words to say what you just said with 13. You are exceptional my friend and a poet that says so much with so little. Terrific write. Love, Bonnie
Take care both of you, hear?!
Georg
In my thoughts you and sis are for sure!
Good luck... and move to Utah!
Love,
Becca~
If you are ok please shoot back, Love Ch'erie
In Christs Love
Michelle~
peace and love, Carole~
It touches the soul!GREAT poem Karla1
WRITE-ON!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Soulful SHEExooo
STay Positive!
Cryssa
But absolutely true. How often have well started off with an idea and a first line, and then a second line, and then it began to flow and take on a life of its own - producing itself into something totally different from our original idea? "Protection," written way earlier this morning was like that. My original idea was to portray the threatening panhandlers as akin to those who ran the early protection rackets (thus the title). Before I knew it, my bums had morphed into vampires. Where did that come from? Poems grow like Topsy, as they please, sometimes surprising the writer ...
Ted
Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Sandie Angel :o)