| THE PAINTING by Rich Reith Red drop of blood rolling down painters cheek, Burning fire of lost love making him weak, Passion on canvas, through tears he sees Black/white, colorless loves tragedies. Painting his heart in gloomy shadow; Depicting misery in his very marrow, Blacks showing agony of love’s betrayal, White vows dripping down a blood stained veil. Deep weariness make his brushstrokes slow; Nagging ache in his soul, the crushing blow; Painting his hopes and dreams, all in vain, Portraying the embrace of untold pain. His craft done, hues of black and white - Images of life he knew was lived right Abstract love seen through clouded eyes He finally looked at loves truth – and found it lies. ©Copyright September 2008 by Richard W. Reith |
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