At first glance I see "The pentimento Of dried up Remembrances" as layers of extinct memories once held precious but have gathered thick dust over time. At second glance the pentimento is a minute glimpse into the world that was; a constant stacking of bravado and pretentious hiding hoping the world will never discover the real you. At third glance the remembrances have dried in stark contrast to the memories drowning with the mittens.
Three layers of analysis and heartfelt appreciation for another poem by @johnjgeddes as smooth as the long walkway to the lighthouse.
Well, you certainly are adept at explicating a poem's meaning by analyzing the subtext. All of these interpretations have validity - my intention is but another possible meaning. I will say this, as I said in A Familiar Rain, we often overwrite our memories. If you look closely at the bridge which is the actual location of the poem, the painting is a work in progress with the left side sketched out but unfinished. Curiously, no one noticed or commented on that. "We strive to connect with the past only to discover that Heraclitus was right--you can't step into the same river twice." Good work!
Brilliant @johnjgeddes, simply brilliant. I always say we're either telling memories, making memories or we're just not living. Memories have always fascinated me...without our memories - who are we?
so true...thanks, @doghaus