Blue Tinted, Eyes

You float with blue, tinted eyes;
oh, Simone.

Dreams of your strawberry toes,
hanging between moistened planks;
dissolving, diluting in current.

Smiling from a photo,
your eyes are gauze;
behind glasses and
dampened hair.

Leaning forward,
receiving me;
looking upward;
hoping for approval.

You float with blue, tinted eyes;
but cannot tell.

I push the water,
with prayer shaped hands;
warm and dark.

You fell into my mouth,
warm and salty;
whom am I tasting?

2010 Barry Comer – visit Black Cat


About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, the Democratic Socialists of America and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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2 Responses to Blue Tinted, Eyes

  1. Mark Nielsen says:

    Hi Barry,

    I might want to write you about Diane DiPrima sometime soon, one of the premiere women of the Beat movement. I’m writing a novel set in ’59 that features a character based somewhat on Diane.

    Keep singing.


    Mark Nielsen, Skokie, IL

  2. Adam Luebke says:

    This poem is precise, well-crafted, and promotes passively active images. Forlorn, but not quite lost.

    Very poetic; very stylish.

    I really don’t read poetry written by human beings living today, but I must say, honestly, I was impressed by this poem.

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