She Calls Them Tears
It’s vast and its wide, but with nowhere to hide ..
and just between the two of us …………………………
The ocean is a great divide .. But that my friend is
where those salt crystals, he so carefully placed
many yesterday’s ago today, still lay ………………..
She calls them tears .. but then again, she would
and why shouldn’t she ………….………………………… x
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Neville (
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Good write N. Should I meet her?!
my guess is that you probably should .. her name is ... Oops, almost forgot myself .. and you should know better than to ask a gentleman to divulge ..................................................... N 🙂
You have mastered the art of written inference so blinkin' well Nev. - - your art of confidential half-exposed situations astounds -
with intrigue that could not be bettered The feeling of almost hearing your whispers makes for mystery and you nail it for me each time - - inspiringly good this one goes into my fave-list dear friend.
You just made my mane Fay .. am feeling both honoured and proud .. Hey, remember those whispers whispered in your shell like last w ... My guess is, he meant every word ... x
'salt crystals'..
let us hope, for her sake
and for his redemptive need
to shed and phoenix, his regretful heart
that those crystals undergo a transfiguration
into, her life's serendipitous: 'diamond pearls'..
that will shimmer
in the brightness of a forgiving day
and help attract, a healing presence
'back', in-to her life...
(Long after you've forgotten me
I'll be your fan, my friend
keep that mighty pen, weaving and sharing
your masterfully subtle, Poetry!)
thank you!
No sir .. I insist .. thank you L.B ........................................ N
What better divide than an ocean when a divide protects a refuge. Or in years to come, interplanetary space.... nice, she can't call space her tears.
But are tears a convenience, a mask, wondered the police officer faced with a flood of them from a speeding driver.
Now ya got me wondering DA ........................... and I don't mean like a cloud sir neither 🙂
Interesting read ... I like your words )
thank you kindly yellowrose ........................... N 🙂
Neville,
Reading your wonderful intriguing poem this morning has stirred my senses. I can almost taste and visualize those ‘salt crystals’.
Reading between the lines is a mystery in itself. You’re a pro at letting the reader interpret your writings and come to their own conclusion.
Laura🌻
What a lovely review note you have left for me Laura .. many thanks my dear friend ..
Neville 🌻 xx
Holy salt. Next time when I cook, I will add a handful of tears into the dish, not for taste but for the sadness's sake.
it'll make one hell of a difference, just you mark my words ................................... cheers M&M 🙂
Ah Neville, such loss…such unspoken grief… that salt can still be felt in a wound not yet healed – and there’s the rub………
Cheers Dave ... very good punch line by the way .. smart fella .. and if it didn;t it would sting like hell 🙂
Interesting Poem, Dear One!
Well, I can cry me a
River of crystal tears,
and let them drift to the sea
I can let these salty drops
Paint my manly cheeks
For all to see
But you can’t take
Away , my pride
Nor my dignity
.. Now that's wot Nev calls poetry .. thanks a trillion, Dove me luv ........................ 🙂 x
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