She Calls Them Tears

Neville

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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  • orchidee

    Good write N. Should I meet her?!

    • Neville



      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 🙂

    • Fay Slimm.

      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.

      • Neville



        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

      • L. B. Mek

        '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!

        • Neville



          No sir .. I insist .. thank you L.B ........................................ N

        • dusk arising

          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.

          • Neville



            Now ya got me wondering DA ........................... and I don't mean like a cloud sir neither 🙂

          • Caring dove

            Interesting read ... I like your words )

            • Neville



              thank you kindly yellowrose ........................... N 🙂

            • Laura🌻

              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🌻

              • Neville



                What a lovely review note you have left for me Laura .. many thanks my dear friend ..
                Neville 🌻 xx

              • myself and me

                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.

                • Neville



                  it'll make one hell of a difference, just you mark my words ................................... cheers M&M 🙂

                • Doggerel Dave

                  Ah Neville, such loss…such unspoken grief… that salt can still be felt in a wound not yet healed – and there’s the rub………

                  • Neville



                    Cheers Dave ... very good punch line by the way .. smart fella .. and if it didn;t it would sting like hell 🙂

                  • Dove

                    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

                    • Neville



                      .. Now that's wot Nev calls poetry .. thanks a trillion, Dove me luv ........................ 🙂 x



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