Marco Jimenez

The Painting

one perfect painted picture
hung crooked on the wall,
one day it will completely wither,
and it will die and fall,

a new picture will be painted
and hung in the same place,
its memory tainted,
by a once dead space,

it too will one day die,
and another painting
will be hung with another sigh,
furthering the tainting
of another painting that will die

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 5, 2010

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Comments about The Painting by Marco Jimenez

  • Marco Acosta (3/5/2010 10:16:00 AM)

    I like it! As one Marco to another. lol I like the concept that life continues on, and keeps going.

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