Edit 7: Reflections in St. Augustine

[nibbed]

Hi alexandorande~

I don't want to see this poem fall
to the bottom of the heap because
it has so much to offer. I just feel
like it's missing something... I know
this is mild critique, but I want to
comment more.


Romanticism, Abandoned                                            I wonder if it was a painful era
 
Time bends and deceives promises                                                   
made when we were headlong and young,  
as light's elusive pools to lost and thin men.                 offers me personally a spark of judgement
What major will teach me how to siphon                    
water from light?                                                         the mind's sponge will grasp at any angle to take in more
 
Within its rippling reflections, I conjure                         I hate conjure, but its use canceled out the above judgement I first felt.
your face, glowing alongside another's;                       why doesn't the apostrophe fit in anothers?
you have found someone else. I wander 
in the timeless shadow of the Notre-Dame, cast           excellent metaphor here, deep, gothic, dusty, grey
by nameless ghosts, a wayfarer far from home.      
 
Now I'm almost as old as my parents 
when they surrendered moonlit flings 
to the garret's cobwebs and dust, to wipe                   blends nicely with the metaphor mentioned above
tears that streamed over scraped knees. 
 
It is time the painter has learned  
practicality when he does not have  
the grey of truth to dip his brush in.                            this had me googling and wonderfully led me to a blessing today
                                                                                   something helpful


thank you kindly for this read
it offered a wonderful service
to me concerning painting
plus took my mind into a visual
of memories and...the feeling I got
as a child, I thought I'd forever
lost, clicking thru Viewmaster.


-nibbed