The Value of Tears

.................. I'm gonna leave it entirely up to you...

 

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 again reminded

Of the true value of tears ....

 

 

 

Author's Note

there are those might call it love...

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

You've got your mojo back. Madness or love it can be a close call at times. Though here you are blinded by the sunlight as well as the perfect she. You can not find fault with her. That is quite special. There is a longing here for something you can't have. Separated by distance or death, who knows. There is an ache here. You have some special ingredients black coffee, Cohen and Florence thrown in for added measure. Full of intrigue as well as being tinged with sadness. Something for all your readers here Neville. Up with your best, I would say. Great stuff.

Chris

[Neville]

I wont deny that certain sense of relief when I hit the send button... thanks for noticing our Chris.

Neville :)

[Lorry]

I don't know if it is the Italian scene of morning coffee, archways and cosmopolitan feel, or that you remain unseen and she is only present in your telling, but this one has the feel of remembering someone gone and reliving in your thoughts, in that place that meant much to both.
They do have value Nev, for helping unblock all those thoughts vying for attention, and gives us the time to feel each memory again, giving us time to be thankful for knowing them and being part of their life now gone.
Sterling work as ever Sir.

[Neville]

you must be fsyc psysic .. phschic .. sikic.. clairvoyant or summat.. Thank you Lorry, I never saw that one coming.. and yes.. she was very special :)

[Lorry]

Well I have been told I am something beginning with psych 😀

[Neville]

well there ya co... 😀

[Fay Slimm]

Places and voices can bring on such powerful memories -- real as Florence heat yet engendering hidden dreams of what might have been -- -- sniffing near tears at such sad endings to what may be called love. Telling read Nev......... am sniffin' agen.

[Neville]

try some honey and lemon.. keep hydrated and rub some goose grease on ya chest.. that should help... :) thank you dear lady Fay

[Fay Slimm]

Gerroff wid yer - --twas not the start of a cold doncha know but a warm tender 'eart that caused those virtual wobblies -- -wow Nev - imagine having goose grease scent all over your bosom - - sighs -those were the days eh my friend ? - loved your sad poem anyway ..........Fay x

[Neville]

dont have to imagine Fay.. every one still uses it this far north :) x

[Fay Slimm]

No -- really ? Or are you pullin' me leg agen ? ....x

[Neville]

PYL..... N:)

[Fay Slimm]

TEASE..............x

[olla]

this is very good.. I haven't visited in a while now and I can see it was my loss..

[Neville]

good to have you back though.. hope all is good your end... and thank you :)

[olla]

yes.. I have had my moments.. isolation is never a good thing.. we tend to stew in our own juices and it gives us brain fever.. but I am well and just finished my first month back at work.. challenging but over all successful to it's beginning..

[Neville]

Phew.. good to hear some kind of normalcy is returning in your neck of the woods..

[R.E. Ray]

Tears, especially the sting of the salt, reassures us we can still feel something. Time, age, loss seems to numb us, like armor protecting us from the next blow. But, tears, in all their tininess break though, maybe in moments like you expressed in this poem, eyes drifting over the landscape, the past faces, and the lingering emotions. You might call it love, or the ability to feel something greater than yourself. Fine poem, Neville.

[Neville]

Thank you for considering these words and for leaving such an encouraging & reasoned response.. Much appreciated sir, as always,

Neville

[R.E. Ray]

You're welcome.

[Neville]

................... Cheers :)

[Eilis]

Sometimes it seems like impossible love is the most ideal. The ways the head/heart finds for honing the beloved to perfection and finding no way to find fault even amidst the great pain--the value of tears, as your title so aptly states.

When we lose someone before we've grown together in experience, or reached the state where many of our shared experiences are mundane or repetitive, it seems they can forever be that perfect thing that they were we they first captured our imagination. And the wild imagination can't be tempered or brought to reason. For me, you've captured this sense so well here. The longing and the foreverness of a feeling that was snatched away too soon.

This is beautiful writing, Neville. As love poetry goes, I'd say you've hit all the high notes. And even managed to make this cynical woman get lost in beauty of a great love. Ha. Excellent poetry.

[Neville]

I'm not sure what to say now other than a bloomin great big thank you my friend, which of course goes without sayin... oops :)

[Just Kim]

I love this, This is so very good. I really thought this is a wonderful write

[Neville]

well I am absolutely delighted you think so Kym and he thanks you an awful bloomin lot too, so he does :)