Through Blacken Cloud (poem) by Tinka Boukes on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on June 10, 2007

Like children of lesser gods, some are invested with melancholy before been splatter with a few drops of watered love.
Crying themselves to sleep don't take practice, only repetition and the hardened to the core parental hearts.
The status dictated them to have a few brats so the society could see a well balanced, caring, pillars of community worth of their trust, which all of if was a sham didn't matter, only the appearance of propiety.
Did I said children of lesser gods?...right!!!!
Georg

Reviewed by Anne Williams (Reader)

Reviewed on September 25, 2005

Everything is dark when it feels like love is lost but we are never separated from love. Your journey lead to waiting arms on the other side of pain.

Reviewed by Huda Orfali

Reviewed on September 21, 2005

Lovely listening to you, Tinka
Wonderful work

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on August 18, 2005

What a cool picture too, Tinkylady...

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on August 18, 2005

Sweet mercy leads me on

Then on you must go, Tinky.

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on August 17, 2005

May the Goddess of dreams guide you to the place where dreams are born...elegantly gorgeous write Tinks!!

love and peace, Carole

Reviewed by Bonnie Torrente

Reviewed on August 17, 2005

Brava, Tinka!
Soft and lush with gentleness.
I love the last line. It made me melt.

Bonnie

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on August 17, 2005

Your a true poet lady woman girl...
Lurve ya!

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on August 17, 2005

To sleep, perchance to . . .

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on August 17, 2005

Just Keep Writing !

TRASK

Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez (Reader)

Reviewed on August 17, 2005

Tinka,
Hope holds on.
well done again ...friend.
peace',
Rich Criso Suarez

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on August 17, 2005

you were lucky to be weeping in a gentle sleep Tink, with all the nightmares around, you go poeming

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on August 17, 2005

This brings a gentle longing to the reader as well as the writer and it shows that even through that blackened cloud there is still a touch of hope to dream on. well done Tink
Felix

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on August 17, 2005

A beautifully written poignant poem. I hope you awake with starlight and hope in your eyes;-)

Hugs,
Eileen

Reviewed by Sue Hess

Reviewed on August 17, 2005

pretty and sad

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on August 17, 2005

Just gota make them ole dreams come true.