In Class in Rome
By Romulus
Something of the Renaissance
Is on that page, inside this book.
Such lovely, lifelike lines, you see?
You’d like it if you’d only look.
Across the flowing Tiber
Begins to swing a booming bell
As if to say; “Here is the spot
Where wept the painter, Raphael.”
The voice drones on
I think to yell:
Why don’t you show
Instead of tell!
By Romulus
Something of the Renaissance
Is on that page, inside this book.
Such lovely, lifelike lines, you see?
You’d like it if you’d only look.
Across the flowing Tiber
Begins to swing a booming bell
As if to say; “Here is the spot
Where wept the painter, Raphael.”
The voice drones on
I think to yell:
Why don’t you show
Instead of tell!
Commenti
Which, clearly, would be a tragedy along the lines of Mount Vesuvius, world hunger, or the Beatles breaking up. :)
[stares off into a void, looking deep in thought...]
Sorry... I spaced out. I meant to say that your poetry caused great thoughts within my brain, deep sweeling felings within my heart. Oh, I wish I had words...
But I'm not a poet,
And I think you know it.