Calm (poem) by Karen C Vanderlaan on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on July 28, 2012

Lovely! Absolutely the way life is...I'm awaiting my calm; I've learned through the storms to cherish it!

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on March 31, 2009

great down to earth expression Karen, 17 degree weather doesn't bother me but in 40 degree I be freezing, hugs

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on March 31, 2009

Your last stanza says it all... Wonderful lesson to an early spring snow.
We had 3 more inches of snow on Sunday night...sigh...most of it melted yesterday, but I hear that we are due for more tonight and tomorrow. Crazy weather! Thanks for the reminder to be grateful for the lessons it teaches me. :~)
Cryssa

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on March 31, 2009

Great imagery in this winderful poem Karen. .I could see and feel the snow wilt its wintry blasts. Its good you have a warm place for your horses. You are right ,, turmoil can over whelm , but the calm helps to off set those feelings....M

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on March 30, 2009

Wonderful writing sweet lady...stay safe and well...HUgss

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on March 30, 2009

you've captured this feeling so well, Karen; in the midst of life's turmoils the calm can come in just through the most unexpected and miniscule means to sweep us off our feet and to bathe us with an uncanny equilibrium. Children, I find, are usually associated with such moments... or animals! :)) Something natural and unconscious of their effect, at least. When a breath of air is needed to fill the sails afresh, hopefully we find it's there... xx

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on March 30, 2009

VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on March 30, 2009

You have taken me back to those times when we could see the horses freely romp on winters prairie galas when the sun not quite was over the horizon and from their mouth came out that steam jet to make the picture magical.
Thanks

Georg

Reviewed by Marilyn Rice

Reviewed on March 29, 2009

Ah Karen, I wish I could be there, in the barn with the horses, with a blanket wraped around myself. I can almost hear their baying and snorting sounds, see them shaking the last bit of chill out of their bodies. *Hands her a cup of hot chocolate with plump marshmellows on top* May we both be able to feel that calm which you write so beautifully about.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 29, 2009

Wow. Sounds like our Spring, so far! No snow, mind you, but a lot of wind and storms - excellently penned, Karen, makes the calm that much more sweet! Well done.

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

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on March 29, 2009

This time of year can be such a wild combination of winter and summer. We had a major snowstorm last Wednesday with a foot of snow, ttoday it was all gone and I was out in my short sleeves doing yard work. And yes though when we see snow falling this time of year we do grumble but we also sigh with the simple beauty and soft quiet that you so lovingly describe.

hugs
Fee

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on March 29, 2009

Great visuals and can feel the wind gust to the calm...fantastic!

Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford

Reviewed on March 29, 2009

Hi Karen,
This is now a favorite of mine of yours. :-)

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper

Reviewed on March 29, 2009

A very interesting write. I think life is meant to be a challenge of undergoing one storm of another because we grow and become wiser with every storm we go through. We don't actually learn when our lives are filled with peace and tranquility. Our problem-solving skills are put to the test whenever the storms of life challenge us. And then--yes--"the calm is oh so sweet."

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on March 29, 2009

Your last lines, Karen say it all....so lovely.

Reviewed by Mary Lacey Desertrat

Reviewed on March 29, 2009

Karen,

I was actually feeling cold at first and remembering what those eastern winters were like. Than the promise of spring arises towards the end. Very beautifully written piece, and I loved your descriptive words.

Mary

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 29, 2009

Peace comes as quickly, calm returns to all,
The only sound now the silence of falling snow

And it truly can be a marvelous, peaceful moment. But I, too, am ready for Spring.