Galatea

[nibbed]

Hi RiverNotch. This is a sweet poem.
Yes, love is a decision. I like that.
I wish there were more decisions for love
in this world!


I can't stare into your smiling face and think
that I should never conjure up a face                                        -the word conjure brings with it a certain darkness, but not knowing
as vivid as yours with words alone, or even                                                                                     details of the myth, it may apply
stone -- perhaps I need                                                             

to ask for the Lord's forgiveness,                                               -I always need this, and don't do it enough...
to feed on the fruit the dove selects,                                         -I like this line
[to learn the vital art of description
and not fall into the old obsessions]                                           -these two lines remind of something a sage in his youth might have said

(out of the remnants of shooting stars, Pygmalion
sculpting red hair, green eyes, and the implied)                          - I like the "and the implied"

perhaps, between the two of us,                                                -
there is no mythic narrative to tell,
only the one decision: for love is a decision
no smiling face can make for the beholder.                                 - though smiles might open doors, this last S is true


thank you RiverNotch

-nibbed