Silent Tears Runs Freely” (poem) by Tinka Boukes on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on June 1, 2005

Yup, where's old jo jo, and Ted, Ed M, don't know he's even here today..

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on June 1, 2005

Ah, so true Tinka, beautiful and such sad thoughts in this excellent poem, I do miss them so much,

Reindeer

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on June 1, 2005

Beautifully said Tinka!

Love and peace, Carole

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on June 1, 2005

Many of my favorites do seem to have vanished, Tinka - and I hope they return one day - but you are still here!

Reviewed by E. Richardson

Reviewed on May 31, 2005

Lady Poet...this is a grand write. Remember this...no one is really gone...not as long as you have those memories. In the case of writers, their words remain as well and in each word a poet writes, he leaves a bit of him or her self.

Yours in verse,
E.

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on May 31, 2005

I'm here, love ya dear...
Beautiful write Tinka........

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on May 31, 2005

Tinka, this is so honest and free-flowing and heartfelt. The imagery is amazing. Yes, each writer is unique and makes an impression and fills a space no one else can. This is the beauty of poets. We are so lucky to be a part of a thriving community. For it to thrive, it must change and grow. It can't remain the same. But yes, we come to regard our fellow writers as family and miss them when they depart. You have been here quite awhile so you have probably seen many come and go. You pay them a fine tribute...

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on May 31, 2005

Tinka it is not whether they are still here or not. It is more about what impression and what affect their work had on themselves and others. I know a lot of writers are here that are ill, sick, or disabled (either physiclly or emotionally)and the writing no doubt helps them and may give hope to others who are reading. So never be sorry for the ones who aren't here but be grateful for the time they were and joyous of the new writers to come.

Big hug, shake the blues,

Felix

Reviewed by Dave Harm

Reviewed on May 31, 2005

Wonderful write... wish I knew the answer, but I'll say the warm spring/summer months makes it hard to sit and read... even with friends...

Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez (Reader)

Reviewed on May 31, 2005

I truly love the things you write.
This is no exception.....really good Tinka!

Really love this one!

Rich Criso Suarez

Reviewed by Sara Coslett

Reviewed on May 31, 2005

We're not all gone, just busy doing other things. By the way, beautiful poem. Do you really have crickets screeching in the winter down there? Yikes, when does it get quiet? ~ Sara

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on May 31, 2005

Yes Tinka, We've been here a long time and have seen many come and go. However holidays and certain times of the year means the loss of many for various reasons and most will be back. In the meantime it gets very quiet. We just have to pull together and make it warmer;-) Wonderful poem, Sis!

Love,
Eileen

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on May 31, 2005

poignant read

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on May 31, 2005

A tear filled write full of melancholy. Yes, the den has changed and the warmth has gone with it to a degree. Too many good poets have departed that I miss also.

Reviewed by Emeka Nwogu

Reviewed on May 31, 2005

You are a very caring person. I can imagine your feeling and the tears that runs freely in silence. I have such a feeling just last month when a close neighbour of mine moved out to greater things in another state.
Good write!

Emeka

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on May 31, 2005

i wonder about some of the den family myself...labelle rouge, peggy j. bertrand, countless others. i sure do miss them; the den isn't the same without them! wonderful caring write; stay sweet, tinka! well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :( >tears <

the music is lovely, too!