Thursday, December 2, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
... When distant thunder reveilles the
clouds to assemble in formation;
when lightning marches them by in
review; when rain and hail gather
forces with wind, there I am, camera
in hand, embe dded with the troops.
When meteorologists call for a threat
of storms; when radars ramp up to
alert level red; when the reporter in
me leaps at the chance to record
events as they happen, there I am,
camera in hand, ready to catch it all.
No car (have cane, will travel). No
paying for gas; no afternoon stops at
greasy spoons or overnights at roach
motels; always a chance for a bust in
the forecast: no matter. There I'll be,
camera in hand. Call me Porch Chaser.
(c) 2008, Karla Dorman (12/3)
Karla Dorman, Poet Extraordinaire,
(also known as StormSpinner) spun
her last storm 4 October, 2058.
When she was good,
she was very, very good.
And when she was bad,
She was still read.
That's all she wanted,
to leave her mark on the world,
judging by the numerous
volumes she left behind.
Internment was at the National Cemetary,
paying homage to her military service;
her pen was donated to the Smithsonian,
as were copies of her media appearances.
She never let fame and fortune get to her
head; she donated to her church and to
many charities she believed in: those that
helped the poor, animals, and Veterans.
She is survived by her twin sister and
many authors at the first place who loved
and accepted her poetry, Authors Den.
(c) 2008, Karla Dorman (1/27)