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Synesthetica, Part I (Aspectu)
i. aspectu
(sight)
old world
apothecarium
tucked into
crumbling
architecture
on an otherwise
nondescript
Main Street,
digested
treasures
in bulbous glass
bellies;
walls of books
keeping
ancient secrets;
totems
and trinkets
line shelves
of stained
wood,
oversaturated
with
nostalgia
antique
street lamps
lending
softness
to earthy
cobblestone
beneath
my feet;
tree canopies
reaching across
narrow streets,
insulating
my vision
late afternoon rain
ink blots
riding rain drops
down
foggy
windows,
making mirrors
of muted shades
reflecting shimmers
from above,
hiding shapes
in the
shadows
of forgotten
corners
(sight)
old world
apothecarium
tucked into
crumbling
architecture
on an otherwise
nondescript
Main Street,
digested
treasures
in bulbous glass
bellies;
walls of books
keeping
ancient secrets;
totems
and trinkets
line shelves
of stained
wood,
oversaturated
with
nostalgia
antique
street lamps
lending
softness
to earthy
cobblestone
beneath
my feet;
tree canopies
reaching across
narrow streets,
insulating
my vision
late afternoon rain
ink blots
riding rain drops
down
foggy
windows,
making mirrors
of muted shades
reflecting shimmers
from above,
hiding shapes
in the
shadows
of forgotten
corners
Published 17th Sep 2020
Author's Note
A work in progress, part 1 of 6.
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17th Sep 2020 9:01pm
Mysterious discoveries to be made in this mysterious poem. Regards, Robert.
17th Sep 2020 9:18pm
17th Sep 2020 11:32pm
Books and trinkets to be found in side street shops make for some of the best afternoons. There is an easiness to this piece that makes it very relatable. Lovely graphic/photo.
18th Sep 2020 00:07am
18th Sep 2020 8:05pm
I love the focus of this piece, just on the scene and the rich detail, you move like a ghost through it, purely the observer. It unfolds before the minds eye with fluid vibrancy.
18th Sep 2020 10:17pm
20th Sep 2020 10:14am
Damn Moonspirit, please meet me at some nameless bistro in Rome one of these evenings before the decade is through. It would be a delight to watch you walk and experience a scene like that
22nd Sep 2020 00:37am
Dear L,
This piece called to mind a bottle museum I went to once in London. It had incredible bottles of all shapes and colors, it was a rainbow of colors and so many questions I had as to what kinds of potions and curatives were once held in them. Love it. H🌷
This piece called to mind a bottle museum I went to once in London. It had incredible bottles of all shapes and colors, it was a rainbow of colors and so many questions I had as to what kinds of potions and curatives were once held in them. Love it. H🌷
22nd Sep 2020 4:50am
This shop was very similar, with antique potion bottles and ancient leather-bound books. The energy in that place was nearly palpable. I hope to go back and visit one day 💖.
26th Sep 2020 4:38am
it constructs my mind with the beauty of the landscape. i can picture it as if i can smell it. you're fantastic at description.
26th Sep 2020 4:39am
