The Value of Tears

The Value of Tears

A Poem by Neville
"

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

 

 

 

© 2020 Neville


Author's Note

Neville
there are those might call it love...

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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

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Week Ago


I wont deny that certain sense of relief when I hit the send button... thanks for noticing o.. read more



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Good work....enjoyable to read.. sad... bittersweet.

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Neville

1 Week Ago


thank you Allie B :)
Allie Brumfield

1 Week Ago

You are welcome :)
Neville

1 Week Ago


.............. N:)

Maybe someday the memory will get lost in the bitterness of coffee. Coffee is indeed a mood, especially if it is well served.
I like the imagery you created and the mention of Cohen; I miss his music.
I enjoyed this poem. Thank you for sharing.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Week Ago


thank you my friend.. much appreciated.. I miss him too and wonder, have you read the great .. read more
Lale

1 Week Ago

I haven't, yet. They're definitely on my reading list.
Neville

1 Week Ago


I'm sure you will enjoy them.
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.

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Week Ago


you must be fsyc psysic .. phschic .. sikic.. clairvoyant or summat.. Thank you Lorry, I nev.. read more
Lorry

1 Week Ago

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

1 Week Ago


well there ya co... 😀
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.

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Fay Slimm

1 Week Ago

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

1 Week Ago


PYL..... N:)
Fay Slimm

1 Week Ago

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

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Week Ago


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

1 Week Ago

yes.. I have had my moments.. isolation is never a good thing.. we tend to stew in our own juices an.. read more
Neville

1 Week Ago


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

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Week Ago

Thank you for considering these words and for leaving such an encouraging & reasoned response.. Much.. read more
R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

You're welcome.
Neville

1 Week Ago


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

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Week Ago


I'm not sure what to say now other than a bloomin great big thank you my friend, which of co.. read more
I love this, This is so very good. I really thought this is a wonderful write

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Week Ago


well I am absolutely delighted you think so Kym and he thanks you an awful bloomin lot too, .. read more
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

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Week Ago


I wont deny that certain sense of relief when I hit the send button... thanks for noticing o.. read more

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