Catching Modigliani

She rode the galaxy in his eyes

cold, black, and deep

glazed like forgotten coffee

sad and sweet

the vast unknown

twinkles in humor

whatever it takes to get you

here

where I've been too

catching blueberries riverside

and Modigliani

on my tongue.

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

I love the whole feel of this, subject, concept, structure and oh that title. Simply beautiful.

[Corset]

Ken, Thank you so much, I will be by soon, running out the door to go to work, have a blessed day!read moreKen, Thank you so much, I will be by soon, running out the door to go to work, have a blessed day!

[willweb]

I like the feel and the pull of this poem. It kind of holds you, like gravity and won't let you float away.

[Corset]

Thank you Willweb for your wonderful review, and to first to see that this one won't let go.

[Chris Shaw]

The vast unknown, that is what lies ahead when love is dying/dead. Forgotten coffee, cold and undrinkable. Great little poem. Says much in its brevity Corset.

Chris

[Corset]

yes, but it says blueberries ...a prerequisite, an inside joke. ever tried to catch wild berries with just your mouth, lol, blue mess all over your face, fun game...

[Chris Shaw]

You know I just love blueberries.I
might have to give that a try ;))

[Corset]

ok, if you manage to catch one you have to shout BLUEBERRY!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and that forgotten coffee has become so cold...even a microwave of affection might not warm it back up.
When love becomes that way...even adding a ton of sugar won't make it drinkable again.
I love this poem, simply love it.

[Corset]

lol, a microwave of affection yeah not likely with artificial heat huh? gosh Jacob, thank you! I love that you love it! :D