Delete all Images. Edit 1. Hmmm.

[ChristopherSea]

tectak, Your poem has a universal theme, while breezing in that small town aroma for me. In simile, it is like a chapter from Ray Bradbury’s ‘Dandelion Wine.’ There is great exchange between the very young and elderly in that wonderful novel. I loved the book and enjoyed this piece. I noticed that you may need a space between ‘,trees’ and you have an extra space between ‘, sobbing’ ; unless they are for pacing. Fading photos is somewhat common place, other choices: waning, pallid, diluted, weakened. Rheumy eyes is an intriguing choice, I assume the man is ill from the inference, but he could just be weary. The rhetoric queries do give pause, and you more than likely want us to consider them. I liked this contrast a great deal:
Old man too late to capture memories,
child too young to know that fear.

My favorite line (says the watercolor artist):
The sun slipped sudden, clouds occluding.

It is nice to see folks editing their pieces in response to feedback. Some won't hear of it. However, do not delete this image! Cheers/Chris