still life's pulse

still life's pulse

 

 

intimate thoughts blush

your skin reflected in my eye's imagination

i draw pictures on the canvas of my heart

 

portraits of a love

(I’ve yet to meet)

In fondly, measured breaths of my brush.

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/27/19

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Having studied art in 'high school' I immediately envisioned a bowl of fruit or a vase of flowers when I read the title! But the allegory blossoms into a wistful but somewhat forlorn, declaration of infatuation with someone seen but still distant. Filled with pathos.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, John,
j.

[John the Baptist]

"Portraits of a love (I've yet to meet)". Indeed, fantasies can be pleasurable. Even better, they're predictable, like a still life.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we get to predict and put in the ending...:)
thanks for your words, John,
j.

[john l smith]

I paint a fair amount so I appreciate the concept of still life on a canvas having a life

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i envy anyone with a talent to paint...i cannot even draw a stick figure...
thanks for relating, Dave,
j.

[Relic]

I get this scene in my head of a lonely man sitting on his balcony painting pictures of possible love interests. I wish I had the talent to do that. The challenge for poets is to paint pictures with words. It's tough, but you've been doing that very well with each poem you write. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Relic..
j.