Eyes Of The Beholder” (poem) by Tinka Boukes on AuthorsDen

She spits them out

Upon shores of devastation now

You see grains of sand swept away

Through eyes of the beholder

As white collared waves just wash away

Devastation of yesterday

And leave upon shores

Debris of sorrows

Scattered between grains of sand

Written at 11.00pm on this Sunday - August 27, 2006

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on August 29, 2006

Wonderful expression of your reflections on the sorrowful secrets and power of the mighty ocean. Arouses sad thoughts of the victims of Tsunamis and Hurricanes.
Connie

Reviewed by K. Mulroney

Reviewed on August 29, 2006

Beautiful piece!

Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia

Reviewed on August 29, 2006

Tinka..
It makes me think of Katrina........one year later....how many grains of sand WERE swept away, and how much debris of sorrows, STILL LIES, scattered between grains of sand...

Outstanding, though heart-wrenching, esp. with the music and photo!

Love you, Rhonda

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)

Reviewed on August 28, 2006

Dear Tinka,

Sometimes the ocean is so peaceful and soothing while at other times it can be so rough.

Within the debris of sorrows
lie the hopes for our tomorrows.

Let us, therefore, be treasure seekers.

Love, Joy & Peace,
Joseph

Reviewed by m w

Reviewed on August 28, 2006

The eyes see what the heart reveals... As we behold all that we feel

Reviewed by A PAX

Reviewed on August 28, 2006

deeply felt
beauitufl word choice T

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on August 28, 2006

Excellent poem, Tinka!
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on August 28, 2006

You have very powerful eyes, Tinky - and this is quite a poem.

Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)

Reviewed on August 28, 2006

exquisite work Tink..

stunned!

vesna:)

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on August 27, 2006

Wow this is excellent, the pic makes you look twice, then to the a La Carte, the write.. Oh Tink you are a Gem...
Love yah
Ch'erie

Reviewed by Barbara Watkins

Reviewed on August 27, 2006

You truly have a gift for words. Loved it!

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on August 27, 2006

perception can be dispair or hope in wakes of devastation

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on August 27, 2006

Powerful emotions well-displayed!

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on August 27, 2006

As always when the mistress of poetry writes romantic and poignant lines it captures our minds and souls as we gaze into the images you create.

Fee

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on August 27, 2006

I fear this is a primanition of storms to come. With your insight and foresight...I respect your wisdom.
Susan

Reviewed by ROCK-Salt! Proctor

Reviewed on August 27, 2006

Another Master's piece. OUTSTANDING!! lovya and keep up the great writes. Art

Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)

Reviewed on August 27, 2006

Gee, seems like all of us are in an ocean mood by our writings today..This was beautiful, Tink..Love ya and thanks for reviewing some of my works..

Love & Light, Dove

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on August 27, 2006

So true, great expressions of the way the sea changes things made of sand...

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on August 27, 2006

Most metaphorically meaningful, TinkaSweets. Thank you for sharing your creativity. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)

Reviewed on August 27, 2006

Perfect poem, you're a genius, Tinka. Especially when spiders are far away. But still sad. I love to see your mirth. I want to see you happy. But to be happy first you must be sad. What a vicious circle we live. Love, Victor

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on August 27, 2006

Tinka

A very soulful and expressive poem that lays bare your emotions, in superb metaphor and description..

The flotsam and jetsam that is washed ashore in life tells the epic tale of human endurance and struggle..

Absolutely brilliant composition

Love

Peter

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on August 27, 2006

Love that 'scatted sand'but hate what floods do.

Ron