Painted Alone Poem by Richard McClellan

Goin alone,
Why? must I travel so stale,
no love to quote, no tales,
on troubled waters, no light house I see,

Home is alone,
Why O' why? No dough in my soul,
Idle and blank,
like an noir stained bowl,

Pale face, lonely state,
O' blind man I be,
no cane to partake,
my house is empty n' a black slate,

alone, no clone to see,
why am I on an empty isle?
No paddle, no ship to sail,
a great thirst, banished, is my house in order?

fore my painting is alone,
a horsehair brush I must take,
to paint me a new mirage,
without loneliness, in my forage place,

because a painting says a 1000 words,
when you're alone an no words to say,
language tossed on the breeze,
but the kite does remain, jus' with no string.