Heavy Laden (poem) by Tinka Boukes on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on February 23, 2008

Such work is made for us...you always have the poems that display true emotions...very nice work, Tinka...

enjoyed,Art Sun...

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on February 20, 2008

I love the haunting longing I feel expressed thick!
As rain to me, is cleansing and soon the healing takes place!
In a heavenly Grace!
Write On!
Warmest Blessing and Inner Peace, Warrior Lady Sheooxoo

STay Positive!

Reviewed by Rosemarie Skaine

Reviewed on February 8, 2008

Lingering memories haunt you, but the poem offers promise after the rain. R

Reviewed by Kay P Devenish

Reviewed on February 6, 2008

In my opinion,your 'deepest' work is your best and it is the work I relate to the most,I love your poems.
Hugs
from
kay

Reviewed by R Beeman

Reviewed on February 6, 2008

i sense your words and see your imagery before me. nice write to take me away for just a bit. i enjoyed how you brought different senses into play. well done

randy

Reviewed by Walt Hardester

Reviewed on February 5, 2008

Beautiful words that took me with you, as it is meant to be.

Walt

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on February 5, 2008

Brooding, yes... Sometimes I feel blessed by such a brooding... at other times, isolated and beaten by it. This one seems of the prowling variety, and therefore predatory. You conjure atmosphere so well. Great words accompanied by stunning visual... which, being Brit, I find strangely comforting... Love, Kate xx

Reviewed by Charlie

Reviewed on February 5, 2008

See, it rains because God secretly loves me best. God bless the rain... Did you know that those two little hyphens perpetually in front of my name are raindrops? Now you know. --Charlie

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

The rain cleanses,
beauifies the dying and the dormant
waiting for rejuvenation of life
Peace & love be with you

William

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

Dear sweet Tinka that pic alone makes me feel overwhelmed ,and your superb poem puts me down ever further into the abyss, Oh how I hope and pray you get out from under such a burden...

Love,
ET

Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

So sadly reminiscent of that grayscale photo, Tinka.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

So emotive Tinka, you always touch the reader's heart.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

The cloud of the forgetting, a place to leave regrets and move on with ones life...

I see there is some potty nutter with an attention seeking personality disorder. I read such people are going to be put away for life, due to the havoc they cause. Get his isp traced and have him checked out...

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

"...prowling eyes at night..." are the ones of the storm looking around for a shoulder to rest its forehead and cry all the skies tears that we call the rain...

Georg

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

As John said, rain can bring new life, and new hope, Tinky. Dancing In the Rain is often a marvelous thing to do, while we await a brand new sunny day.

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on February 4, 2008

...in hopes that the rain...might somehow renew seeds of hope...in lightness.
well done...
John

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

Many thanks to the bad old potter......good to see you back Jack!!

Love Anyways

Tinka

Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

In life I love the rain and I love darkness, too. In potry the depth of this write is outstanding, Tinka!
Loved it,
Becca~

Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

Gusting winds of change
shall blow the night clouds away
revealing one new rose
sparkling in the dawning
dew

Hugs to you Tinka

Ted

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

Tinka I have read and felt your poetry grow and improve in so many ways and this is to me one of your very best to date...classic poetry from the heart.

hugs
Fee

Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

I know well this feeling...be well my freind, better days ahead, love holly

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

Won't prowl no more...

Ron

Reviewed by m w

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

Touching... yet hope returns like the morning sun.. HUGS Tinka

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

Whoa!! This is too sad for you Ms. Tinka Belle. I hope you woill find the sunshine behind all those clouds.
Love and blessings!
Susan

Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

The rain comes down, yet another sunny day appears in its lighted wake. Enjoyed

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

I feel the weight you carry Tinka and it is making your days dark and dull.I hope it ends soon and the skies light up for you dear.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Ted Bossis

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

Allow yourself the best visual possible ~ Possibilities are endless ~evevollo _ Ted

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

I prefer the darkness that allows me to hide
Me don't think so Tinka..
I dig yore writing
with love
Ron

Reviewed by Kathy Armijo

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

I am speculating that you and I are in the same place. There is much hope to be derived from reading this poem. Peace be with you.

God bless you. Kathy

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

A moving write filled with emotion. You always write with such splendid imagery, Tinka.

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

The sun will again shine Tinka,, Your poem is moving flowing with sadness,,,, well done.
Love, Christine

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

Man, I feel the weight of this one, Tinka...me, too. :( Hope it gets better - for both of us.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

I wish you could be happy, Tinka; I hate seeing you so sad all the time! Not good for you; not good for anyone, really! You are in my pryaers, sweetie!

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

Powerful write!

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on February 3, 2008

haunting and sad-well expressed in your words

Heavy Laden

As time add weight to my heart

I breathe deeply�to smell the rain