A cove at Portofino

There was a cove near Portofino

Where neither tide or storm disturbed

And we would huddle before a fire

And watch the moody Mediterranean

“I sometimes wonder,” you said

Secure within my arms, pressed against my chest

“Were we made for this moment

Or was this moment made for us?”

 

And the answer was lost beneath the tent of night

Where sparks like ghosts of fireflies trying to be stars

Lifted from the fire and glistened against your eyes

“Are we selfish?” you asked again

“Seeing that there is nothing more than ourselves?”

And with that I knew the answer well and said,

“There is nothing more than you

And without you there would be nothing.”

 

There is a cove near Portofino

Where reverence dulls the tide to whispers

And ashes stain the grit and grains of sand

As testimony to a time that was

When moments were made for lovers

And lovers made moments remembered

Where they loved selfishly, ignoring life itself

In honor of something far greater

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

This is a beautiful, gentle moment of love.

[Ellen Incognito]

I find today's love poetry garish, superficial, superfluous and a bunch of other rude words. HOWEVER (caps lock is so fun!!!) I'm pretty darn happy to say that you knock all those other love poems of the water (well, if they were in water you'd knock them out of it - I guess it'd be better to say that you knock them out of Writerscafe with their heads down in shame). There's just this special something about your writing, and I think I speak for all of us when I say that you're an incredibly talented person, and your writing is superb, fantastic, lovely and a bunch of other nice words. Sorry. I'm very adjective-deprived this evening.
Anywho...great write!!! :D

[DrD]

Ellen, forgive me for the very long delay in responding to your kind comments about my work. I was out of the country for a while and in áreas where intenet is not always available or convenient. I deeply appreciate your words and hope you will visit me again and often since I am not at home again and productive.

[Ruth]

Always a sublime pleasure to be back and read you dear friend :) xox

[CreativeStroke]

Absolutely beautiful DrD! I'm stunned by this piece and the beauty that it encompasses... well done sir!

[Baby Ricochet]

Beautiful poem doc

[Sarahthirk]

Wow. This is absolutely stunning. This just reminds me of a perfect love story, when everything is right in the world, and you take time to forget everything else and just focus on the most important thing to you. I love this

[DrD]

Thank you, Sarah. I haven't seen you here before.

[Sarahthirk]

You're welcome :) I'm relatively new. I've been here for a few weeks or so

[The_Jabberwock]

a place where everything comes to a stand still...a beautiful poem. much like a beautiful beginning to a story. i enjoyed this immensely

[DrD]

Thank you. I appreciate your visit.

[de_maruf]

nice

[luviva]

well i understand after this poem why lovers snog along corriders or even in public places withot caring who sees and who doesnt!!
I mean, the way you have portrayed the love this poem is so flawless and i really think this is an enlighting poem!!
treasure what you have with HIM OR HER before it fades away!
learnt it//..
once again a great romantic poem!!

[DrD]

You're most kind, Luviva and I truly appreciate your visit.

[luviva]

you are most welcome...

[Dinesh Sairam]

Perhaps I'm one of those stereotypical poets who can try all they can, but never appreciate an overly romantic poem. Even so, reading through the work, I felt what Ted Kooser would mention as "the glittering face of a glacier slid into the sea".

I could point to the repetitive technique handled in the last two lines of the first, second stanza and on the 5th and 6th lines of the last (The reversal of meanings), but I would just be nip-ticking.

"ignoring life itself in honor of something far greater" is a great conclusion to the whole piece, and I would say, grand. Like I mentioned somewhere before, I am still amazed by how you write love poems so fluently, when a lot of others seem to waddle in precise philosophy.

Keep writing.

[DrD]

I always appreciate your reviews . . . . almost as much as I apprciate your poems. Thank you.