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Renee
by Mike Gallimore (Age: 58)
copyright 06-28-2008


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 

I think I saw you on the street in Amsterdam,
at a market holding flowers in your hand;
smiling easily, you made your way back home,
I stood on the cobblestones,
and watched you go.

Was it Paris on a sunny afternoon?
I remember that the gardens were in bloom;
waiting for a cab outside this little store,
I stood inside the painted door,
and watched you go.

Maybe London, late in autumn just last year?
I was thinking how I wished that you were here;
watching children playing football in the park,
I stood alone till it was dark,
and watched you go.

Now it’s winter in the hills of Tuscany,
I have my bicycle and books to comfort me;
still, there's moments when the day is nearly done,
I sit and watch the Tuscan sun,
and miss you so.

I guess I really don’t remember where or when
I realized that I won’t see your face again;
but there’s one thing that I’ve lately come to know –
no matter where I go,
you’re everywhere I go.

I think in April I will take the boat to Spain,
and haunt the streets of Barcelona once again;
and if I see you on some ancient avenue,
well, I'll just wish that it were true...
and watch you go.




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07-07-2008 Frank Fields    

Very nice, Mike. ^^ Very nice. I like the truly European and romantic visions which this write creates. As was said, soft and gentle. And from a lonely traveler's or lonelier lover's point of view. I would suggest though: if you are fortunate enough to find her (again) letting her go might make for good poetry, but to hold her makes for better living. ^^

Frank :)
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07-02-2008 Brooke M.    

Beautiful! I loved it! Its going to my faveorites list!:) So sweet and touching,..a heartfelt piece painted with beautiful imagery and deep emotion...definatly a one in a million write. It was so unique in itself, with the cities and countries splashed in the background...so beautiful! Keep it up!!!


07-01-2008 June Nazarian    

So nice to think of someone in the backdrop of lovely cities of the world. I especially like the way you ended each stanza with standing/watching, sitting/missing, then letting go, and each time with a similar meter and tone. Really touchingly soft and sweet. Very nice.....June


06-29-2008 Susan Brown    

The words in this poem "feel" beautifully familiar. Internally, I wanted to cry out "ouch" to something (a place) deep inside, after reading every stanza.
Lovely title, no question, for an even lovelier individual-no doubt. Hope I'm not intruding while commenting on this piece of perfect emotional capture in voice.
This poem is the rare (read) find that has me dabbing my eyes after viewing it.

Susan




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