Silently” (poem) by Tinka Boukes on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Bob Holt (Reader)

Reviewed on February 19, 2005

You do an amazing job of describing a vast range of emotions. It sure is a long wait for sunshine to return sometimes.

Bob H

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

Reminicent of the "The French Leiutentant's Woman"...very fine, Tinka

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on February 18, 2005

Tinka,

Illuminating image enlightened by your poetic brillance ... exceptional work my friend!!

Best wishes,

Robert

Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

What a sad and beutifully written poem. So well related to.
Thank You Tinka
Tracey xo

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

a splendid write, Tinka....

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

very nicely penned, Tinka. much enjoyed re-reading!

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

This is a stunning beauty, Tinka. Your images are so clear that I could see her tears welling and silently dripping down her face.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

awesome poem, Tinka!

Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

The poem is indeed haunting and the picture fits the poem so well.

Reviewed by Chanti Niven

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

Dear Tinka,
You have such inimitable style. This poem is haunting in its imagery. I get a picture of huge soft eyes etched by pain.
Great job!
Chanti

Vasbyt my vriend. Ek bid vir jou.

Reviewed by Sandra Corona

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

Magnificent Tinka. Bravo! Love the are too!
:)Sandy

Reviewed by Debra Waldman (Reader)

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

I "feel" this poem and yes, Joel is right....pain most often leads to pleasure.

Reviewed by George Jackson

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

Wonderful-as always-Tinka.

Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

This had great flow from start to finish, and I love how you ended it:)

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

I'd given up drinking for lent..Yick, buzzt afzzter diss i reazzzilllly nezzdzz a drinkzzz..Yick..

Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J (Reader)

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

Sad, Tinka. Life has too many ups and downs. Pain is often the door to pleasure. Cheer up. the Sun has to shine and the darkness has to disppear.

Love from India - Joel -

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

I agree with Eileen, Tinka; lots of blue writes around today - maybe we all need those 'Happy Injections.' That is a captivating picture, though.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

oh Tinka, your poem though excellent,is so woeful that I have to go find me a happy injection;-)((((((((hugs)))))))love and light to you
Eileen

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Which within she dwell