Precarious eggs on crooked roads that lead from
The clavicle cleft
of triangle bends and
breaks
Into flesh.
Weighty heads toppling over from
Too much weeping against war
Melancholy Amadeo
mustered from angles and refracted light
The rose blossoms of a youthful cheek
And from cheek to chin, sharp angles reflecting fractal transformations
Triangle
Egg
Snake
The sinewy curve of a young woman’s
Nape
And ever so subtle blushes on ***** and face
How do shadows fall
So subtly?
A poem inspired by Modigliani's odd and lovely portraits.