In Memoriam, Your Shirt


Your shirt, wrapped
around my shoulders
brings little comfort,
because it isn't y o u r

arms enveloping me
in a hug.  I wear it,
anyway --- I am trying
to recall the sensation

of your big, strong arms
holding me close to you
--- I miss them.  Scared,
Daddy, scared that I

will forget --- help me in
order to remember ---
that is why I wear your
shirt.  It helps you help me ---

(c) 2008, Karla Dorman   
 





  When Mama Ain't Happy 


... the clouds lower until
they touch the ground;
hands of anger throw
my toys across the land.
 
A Voice roars:  "If you
can't learn to take care 
of what I've given, you
don't need them."  Think

I'm grounded.  Should
have cleaned my room...

(c) 2008, Karla Dorman 




    Poetry is a lot Like
      Raising Children


 Sometimes, they'll come when
called, clamoring, wanting their
voices to be heard.  In their haste,
they push and shove each other
from the pen, jostling, shouting ---
wanting to be the first one on
the page.  I have to remind them
that each of them is important;
each will have their say.  And at
other times, they get stubborn,
refusing to listen to their Muse:
they've developed selective
hearing all of a sudden.  They'd
much rather stay in their room.

(c) 2008, Karla Dorman 




Poet-Photographer Karla "The Stormspinner" Dorman lives in Burleston,
Texas.   
Karla Dorman at Author's Den