02-26-2018, 04:58 AM
(01-23-2018, 06:45 AM)alexorande Wrote: To Display
We promised, while our tongues were scorched
and light was bent to seem like it could quench my thirst, I really like the melody of those two verses
we'd meet again. I never learned how to draw a drink I had a feeling of reading different poem because the melodies don't match
from parched earth crevices and
I am years in debt. I have no change to spare that kid
from twenty years ago, just pocket lint and longing Again, I love how those verses sound together
that guides this limestone fountain water's ripples into
your new laughter lines. I wander in the unknown
builders' stretching steepled shadows—
in St. Augustine, where my parents honeymooned;
now I'm older than they were then. Their painting studio
has become storage for winter clothes, forgotten toys
and art. It's time I learned practicality when there is
no grey of truth daubed on my palette.
I apologize if there's any confusions in the name changes. I'm trying to find a fitting one.
Previous titles: Where to Meet-- Rendezvous-- Romanticism, Abandoned
Titles being considered: Audience-- For Galleries
Actually, I think it's a nice poem. I've seen here two young people getting together again after another hassle, but not living up to their promise despite great time they've had together. The woman is now mature and she is looking at their relationship in retrospect. She sees a young woman, who loves the man despite his cold behavior towards her. She wants to advice her, but they are too far away. The conclusion she draws, is that maturity much like her parent's painting studio leaves boldness of young heart's desires lying in one's memory just like forgotten toys and art in the room. She feels wiser now and likes to hold life's steering wheel firmly in her hands. I think overall structure is fine, but I've had trouble to understand the meaning without dictionary (I am not native English speaker) despite the fact, that I was fine reading Shakespeare or Poe.
Hope, that review helped
