Pulse Of Winter (poem) by Tinka Boukes on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on December 10, 2008

Dear Tinka,

Beautiful image and write - superlative as always my friend!!

Love,

Lance

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on July 15, 2007

Summer here. Heated thoughts. Winter deep thoughts surface.

Ron

Reviewed by Walt Hardester

Reviewed on July 5, 2007

Tinka,
Many muses visit in the deep of night...well penned insomnia

Walt

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on July 4, 2007

your beautiful poem warms the heart ...

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on July 4, 2007

So much beauty comes from a restless night. And it is all borne of love.
Amor

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on July 4, 2007

Awwwww! Your pain is running so very deep and just tugs at my heart, but a beautiful write has come of it. Smile and be happy!

Be safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on July 3, 2007

When a poetess feels full blown then the birth of her need is set to paper. Fine poetry here dear Tinka!
love,
Susan

Reviewed by Shaw Inchrory (Reader)

Reviewed on July 3, 2007

I slept through dreams I never knew
What waking hours beset their hue
If I could for brief moments sped
To share those dreams, within your head.

Mor.

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on July 3, 2007

A lovely piece Tinka
unable to sleep brings a muse
so write,
whether you're right or wrong
You still Write

Love & Peace
William

Reviewed by m w

Reviewed on July 3, 2007

Beautiful Tinka, no dream could be as romantic

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on July 3, 2007

Tinka this one grabs not only the attention, but the heart.

Reviewed by Morning Star

Reviewed on July 3, 2007

Oh I love this write
I think I'm going to stay up at night
See if I can have thoughts as beautiful as yours!!
Excellent imagery and flow and the tenderness of the voice Wow
Have a safe and happy 4TH
Love Peace and Joy to you always...Yolie

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on July 3, 2007

Gorgeous write, Tinks; very well done! BRAVA! Love the pic, too!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on July 3, 2007

beautiful and comfoting write-the picture is lovely as well

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on July 3, 2007

Winter is the best time to sleep, all cuddled up under the blankets, but for now we have summer and a beautiful one its certainly been, so far...we will send you your summer back, after we have used it a bit more, okay? Peace, Ed

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on July 3, 2007

Ah Tink the lack of sleep often triggers some of our best works, I think it is a poets thing to be kept awake by our muses so as to create words for the world.

Fee

Reviewed by Ted Bossis

Reviewed on July 3, 2007

THANK GOD FOR insomnia - Is there a bad time for reflection & rhyme - Wonderful woman of depth & presence {b <>e-a*u_t=y}evol=love - - -Tedso

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on July 3, 2007

A most compelling write here Tinks...( aaaaah Foreigner) one of my Favs.
Ha, why not, I am one LOL
Ty for this
hugs to yah
Ch'erie

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on July 3, 2007

Splendid poetry Tinky-Doll.

Reviewed by Barbara Terry

Reviewed on July 3, 2007

I have written many poems because I could not sleep. LOL. This is a beautifully painted picture of love and romance. Thank you Tinka for sharing this with us.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS))))))))), sister Barbie

Reviewed by Susan Sonnen

Reviewed on July 2, 2007

and you've blessed us with this poem~

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on July 2, 2007

And a beautiful poem it is, so I guess that helps a little ...yes?;-)

Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)

Reviewed on July 2, 2007

Excellent poem worth the loss of sleep. You always fascinate me.

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

Reviewed on July 2, 2007

poems are gifts of mystery, born often of experience, aren't they? hi Tinka. may hope burn deep and may you shine always as the stars. Dawn