Tears for Visalia (poem) by Patrick A Granfors on AuthorsDen

Tears for Visalia
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Tears ran down his glistened cheeks He hadn’t felt like this in weeks Reddened eyes, his sight a blur He couldn’t help but think of her A week ago left high and dry She went to see some other guy Now filled with misty tears to cry To himself he could not lie He gently stroked the knife’s sharp edge As he whispered softly another pledge This one bet he would never hedge Then he slowly cut another wedge The tears renewed their fragrant flows As onion fumes wafted through his nose This, the weekend duty he chose The thorns endured to pluck the rose Smiling while the soup pot bubbled away He knew she’d be coming home today The week was long but there was no way She’d miss visiting her dad on his birthday Copyright 2010 Patrick Granfors

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on July 9, 2010

Nice little teaser.

Ron

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on July 8, 2010

A soup without onions is extremely sad,
Those who eat yours, will be very glad!

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

You are a devilish clever one that got everybody's underpants in a twist, mine? guffaw guffaw...don't wear any! (LOL)

Georg

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on July 7, 2010

Well, you got me, Patrick. Cleverly concocted, my friend. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by E T Waldron

you are such a trickster! another winner!;-)

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Daggone it, Patrick, you did it again. Just call me sucker ... LOL! Well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by D Johnson

You do have this talent for sucking the reader into your plot...but not this time... snicker, snicker, snicker. Excellent little poem.

Cheers,
Dan

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

You got me AGAIN, Patrick! LOL

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Paul Berube

lol Well done.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

You just sucked me right in on that one till that last line, you bum...loved it...e

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

The Shreck comes at the end, Hitchockl like, bless! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Ooh, a shape-shifter poem ~ Nice words patrick!
With admiration,
Christine

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

This is excellent poetry! Patrick, you have a knack for writing poetry that differentiates between working-man-dog-humor and serious snippets of a much larger serious-minded novelistic approach. I encourage you to build a novel. Your writing is inspiring with a social dimension...be well you and Eileen.

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by Mary Lacey Desertrat

Patrick,

Had me going there for a while. Love the twist at the end.

Mary

Reviewed by Mark Lichterman

Don't know if you're the guy cooking the soup and if that soup is french onion soup, but your words bring back a memory of my father whos only cooking skill was making french onion soup that at that time I really didn't care too much for... What kid, I ask, likes french onion soup. But what I wouldn't give for a bowl of dad's homemade french onion soup now.
Your friend, Mark

Reviewed by Elisabeth Barstowe

I love this, I did not excpect that ending. Well written.