|Reviewed by Emile Tubiana
|Alas, tears calm the heart but do not mend reality. While reading your poem, I felt your sorrow. I hope it's just poetry and not reality. A parent's heart is more sensitive than we think. Love to you and your family, your friend, who can see you through your words. May God give you peace, calm and strength to write. Love, Emile|
|Reviewed by Stephanie Webb
|Beautifully expressed!!! I read this over & over, and don't want to leave this page.|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Your poem touched me deeply Budd. So richly and beautifully penned from the soul.|
|Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia
|Powerful, poignant.. and hauntingly beautiful.|
|Reviewed by Deborah Tornillo
|Sorrow is a canvas we paint with words.
God Bless You,
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I am very familiar with sorrow... ...and weeping; and there is much to weep about in this world/life. Thank you for this soul-stirring write, Budd. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Ruan Burke
|Sorrow's salt indeed - Potent words, my friend. x|
|Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
|A feeling of sorrow and pain.
Will only tears remain?
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Been through this and I know how your heart feels at the loss.
|Reviewed by Linda Hill
Heartfelt poetry at its best. Your words brought me to tears.
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
The quill laying sterile on parchment stained with salt.
Of the heart the salt to kerchief lie to mend the heartbreak.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Laurel Lamperd
|Not quite sure what is meant - I took you wrote about water affected by salt. Such a tragedy in Boston. What sort of people do these terrible things.|
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|To be at this point in life and so heartbroken she can't even write! So sad!
|Reviewed by Diana Legun
|This affects me like a silent howl, Budd. This could be a parchment letter thumb-tacked to a jillion happenings on Earth right now. You write of the Beast as greatly as you write of the Beauty. Keep writing. Thank you. ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|Tragedy always brings these saline crystals to us...
It helps us get through...
Well and beautifully written about tragedy and I
agree with Ron, it's timed almost intuitively to the
recent tragedy in Boston...
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|You have written about the tragedy in Boston without writing about it. I don't feel the same pain because I have no one close to the tragedy. The media's hustle and bustle and overblowing the result of some maniacal plot to kill people, has put people into the mood of feeling the devastation without feeling it. Believe me, yesterday many died around the world much more tragic circumstances that we never heard of.
|Reviewed by Teresa Walker
|One thing for sure dear Budd, crying will never cease, but joy comes to those who hope! My hope is you have peace and assurance, that this too shall pass....
These tears are liquid crystals of light, if only known from whence they come, bring healing to our souls...a medicine that cannot be reproduced in true form by man.
Moved and touched..
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|OMG! Heartwrenching...so beautifully penned...
|Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow
|Very nice, Budd... a quiet and instrospective piece leaving bits of thought to ponder.. Myrna|
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|Spoken with sincerity and a poet's reasoning.|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
We all feel this pain. Your poem speaks volumes to all of us.
I am just so sick over this. I have family that lives in Boston. Haven't heard anything yet from them.
Go in peace my friend!
Love and light
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|Budd, this sorrow of the heart pierces through the depths of your being, radiating soul sadness to those who taste the bitter loss.
Pain brings excellence of your quill.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Ah, Budd, 'tis the season for sorrow, yes, yes there is, just as there is a season for happiness, may the happiness season find you quickly.|
|Reviewed by Adriaen Valerius (Reader)
|Heart rending sorrow, a torn heart and eyes that seemingly flow over in an endless stream of salt tears.
May this writing be the start of this hearts mending,
May there be an arm to comfort this broken heart
And a tender hand to dry these tears.
Deeply touching Budd
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Never been a seamstress,
but I have mended my heart
many a time *Budd* thoughts
from you that many can relate
|Reviewed by Isabella Koldras
|This morning, Boston's hurting so much....
we cry with you....we cry in silence...
there're no words left....to express the sorrow...
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|thoughts must be properly introduced
an outstanding write Budd
Peace be with you
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Worth the wait, Budd. Well done.|