the coulor white






I belive it was the whiteness
as we wandered the Guggenheim
Chagal your favourite

and Kandinsky playing
painting the perfect day
my hand in yours

just for that second
warm and wanting
my secrets

it definitely was the white
the sensual of nothing
a canvas in coming

as I kissed you
knowing we are parting
and New York

young in its longing
white as the painting
undone and hoping

as I leave for the underground
heading for the Connecticut line




Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-18 at 18:29

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Rob Taylor
Kath...you have captured the pain of losing someone when they know they should be together. Very good read.

Hugs

Rob
2007-10-20


Zoya Zaidi
'young in its longing
white as the painting
undone and hoping'

Moments captured in the net of the memory
Are the moments lived in bliss and glory!

(((Hugs for the beautiful reminiscences)))
Love, Zoya
2007-04-27


NotaDeadPoet
nicely palindromic poem with white--a contrast to the otrher one of yours I just read--an act--of which I will comment separately.
Palindromic--? I read this first from beginning to end and got one impression of interpretation--then re-read it last line to first and got the same impression of the conundrum it presents--an incompleteness of a relationship that awaits the paint on the canvthe blanks to be filled, the action waiting to happen --rarely does a poem work the way this one does. Try it-last line through first as if it were all reversed. On purpose? or accidental genius?
2007-03-26


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Katherine this is a beautiful poem with the images you paint so vivid in my mind an excellent example of your nostalgic atmospheric texts

rgards Michael xx
2007-03-20


Kathy Lockhart
another beautiful story told through your lovely poetry. Wonderous images and feelings
2007-03-19


Rob Graber
So serene despite being touched by the sadness of parting... Those painter are among my faves; this reminds me of Pauls Simon's "And you read your Emily Dickinson, and I, my Robert Frost
Line 10 needs "definitely," the last line, "Connecticut."
2007-03-18