Stillbirth (poem) by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on January 13, 2009

a beauty is your photo -- and we certainly knew that this poem did not apply to you -- there is great compassion in the ink that scribed these lines -- talk the talk of love, peace and joy -- walk the walk of peace, love and joy -- JMW

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on January 13, 2009

A deep and powerful look at ones unique introspect........M

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on January 13, 2009

Here's that unique perspective I mentioned in my earlier review. Most folks wouldn't think of words this way. I like how creative you are, building on the phrase 'pregnant with thought'. Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

Oh Karla, somehow this has more than one meaning to it, or perhaps it is just me. Very deep....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

Very well done and such a unigue and origianal metaphor that you have penned.

fee

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

But... as with a child...they are born...still...
Your words often have power to still my heart and mind and bring me a new perspective on life.
Cryssa

Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

One fine poem Karla, thanks, love Holly

Reviewed by Tiana ~ (Reader)

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

Glad you're Ok sweetie. Awesome poetry ... hugs

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

Karla~!

SPECTACULAR - you are so fab!!

LOve and Hugs,

Lance

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

An amazing write Karla..your talent soars!

Reviewed by Linda Law

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

These words are living....and they nurture. lindalaw

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

They don't die Karla, not when you write them. They take root in our hearts and grow. Love and hugs, Bonnie

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

Your words live Karla, like your strong spirit.

Reviewed by Juliet Waldron

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

I know we're of different persuasions about where poems come from--but sometimes they slip away like dreams that you can't quite spit into words. As you've posted 2,700+ here-- ;) Another beauty...

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

No matter how one reads this poem of yours, there shouldn't be any doubt that your words weren't "still born", ever.

Georg

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

You've pored your heart into this, sad, yet beautiful write, Karla.

Reviewed by kg cummings

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

very very powerful piece Karla. very gripping words. Your friend, Kathy (((Hugs)))

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

Thank you for sharing a great yet sad, lost poem Karla.

Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

Glad to hear you're OK, and a Survivor.

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

Very nice!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

I concur with Paul. It is exactly that way

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on January 12, 2009

Well said Karla. But think about this; most times it's really false labor and then later on, the birth of something wonderful happens.
;-) Well done my friend.

Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen

Reviewed on January 11, 2009

Karla
This is a beautiful, yet heart tugging write, thank you for sharing, and your photos are gorgeous
In Christs Love
Michelle~

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on January 11, 2009

Karla~

This is so sad! Powerfully penned heartbreak, and your words convey a writer at the deepest realm of despair. Very well written/imaged; brava!

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

Reviewed by 000 000 (Reader)

Reviewed on January 11, 2009

Oh Karla,
WHAT"S UP WITH THAT?
You have words..and your many writings tell them. Your voice sounds from the paper as you write and give us the magnificent photos of the sky!
This poem of sad grieving for the words is well written!
So There!