The Value of Tears
I truly cannot sing her praises
Loud or long enough
She really does seem to me
That perfect
But logic simply
Will have none of it today
Instead I shall settle
For a moment, maybe two
And try to squeeze an ounce
Or so of comfort from
This tired
Old bench and watch her
From a distance
Yes, that is precisely how
I shall spend my mornings from
Now on
Under the pretext of reading
Cohen’s ‘Favourite Game’
And sipping
Strong black breakfast coffee
In the courtyard
Off Café Canto alla Mela
Yes, I am almost certain of it
That is precisely how and where
And when
I shall be reminded of
The true value of tears
While gazing out across some
Vacant courtyard spreading
Far beyond
The sprawling reach of
My own bowed shadow and
From where I find
The brightness of this savage
Florence sun still blinding
Sip it slowly soldier
I thought I heard her voice
From somewhere
Just behind my right shoulder
And from the shelter of
This oh' so shaded archway
I am once again reminded
Of the true value of tears
- Author: Neville ( Offline)
- Published: June 27th, 2020 09:34
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Comments3
Very appealing this piece of poemed praise to seen beauty and shed tears in glorious Florence once upon a distant memory............. an alluring read Nev.
Fond memories & true my dear lady Fay and bless ya for gracing this particular page so late in the day 🙂 x
My pleasure as ever...............x
Oh I'm sick with jealousy! I'm sat shivvering with heat stroke in a shed with a hole in it's roof in a thunderstorm.
On the other hand I should be grateful for the company in here. No... I'm not.... they've all got many more legs than me.
Stirred by the richness of your words, entertained, enthralled and.... jealous.
Blimey.. that sounds worse than Orchidee's singing.. your shed that is... The rest of your review note was music to me ears and truly ... thanking you again my friend,
Neville
Good write Neville.
I have the ability to reduce anyone to tears - I just sing! heehee.
I never said they are always tears of desperation though. Some may be tears of joy - ohh, about 1%. lol.
And dont we know it... thanks tho regardless Orchidee...
Neville
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