Ice Storm!

The world's longest game of "Red Light/
Green Light" outside: frozen in "stop"
position. Ice has stalled everything in its
tracks. Sidewalks are a skater's dream:
even if one doesn't know how, they will
learn or fall, trying. And forget the roads:
cars going everywhichaway but straight.
Drivers think they know how to drive on
ice: they forget ice drives them, unless
one has a Zamboni. It's slick as a whistle
out there: the weather ain't fit for man or
beast. Best to stay in on days like this ...

(c) 2009, Karla Dorman

New Blog Heading

I have GOT to thank my friend, Zach at WKN, for creating my header. It's AWESOME! Thank you!

Now THIS looks like a StormSpinner's Blog. :) Appreciate it!!

Karla.

SDS

... hard to maintain cool-osity when
the weather a death-ridge of non-
activity: high pressure entrenched.

Wake up to clear conditions, go to
bed to same: nothing in the forecast
discussion to indicate change. Hard

to chase when the gear shift stuck
in neutral: want to go, go, GO!!
Storm, down season in full swing ...

(c) 2009, Karla Dorman (1/19)

B u s t e d !!

Pulled out camera, pointed it upward. Sky
was furious: must have gotten out of the
wrong side of the cloud, then stumped its
toe. It muttered a curse under its breath:
could have sworn it said something about
my mother and trucks. Reminded it that I
had video and audio capabilities and that it
was under oath: one chase that was a bust. =]

(c) 2009, Karla Dorman

Spring's Artistry

Under a blanket of white,
Spring waits for the moment to
Burst forth. Life, temporarily stilled.
But when it happens, it will blossom in a
Thousand shades of color, a sight w e l c o m e d
For those weary of Winter's monochromatic brush ...

(c) 2009, Karla Dorman

H o p e (5/7/5 Format)

The pulse of life throbs
even though Winter would kill ...
renewal of Spring

(c) 2009, Karla Dorman

IceStorm (5/7/5 Format)

stenciled against dark
poetry etched on the night
with a frosted pen

(c) 2009, Karla Dorman

And No Hazard Pay!

The sky is furious: it mutters and
stomps around, feet making a
fearsome noise. It throws pillowed
clouds aside in its fury, tossing them
into the four winds. And I, under,
duck, while capturing its tantrum in
poetry, photography, and now, video:
a PorchChaser's job is never done.

(c) 2009, Karla Dorman

Delivered

... for years, thunder roared, imbuing
nights with terror, crocheting days into
knots of fear so tight I couldn't unravel
one from another. Black skies snarled
with paleness of cowardice does not a

pretty afghan make. The chains were
uneven, most showing the reverse of
Nature: the ugly, phobic side. Wasn't
until a camera, prayer and the hook of
poetry delivered the beauty in Storm,

allowing me to gain control of my life.
Look close for the purple threads of
lightning; feel the gentle cover of wind
against your body. Instead of dwindling
away, I now praise Him when it rains!

(c) 2008, Karla Dorman