The Painting Poem by John Michael Elritz Gallo

The Painting



Has the painting faded yet,
The painting that dwelt on the eye of my dwelling?
For the tears of the heavens had shed
Have speared in and tickled the colors of my painting.

Has the painting gone out yet,
The painting that dwelt on the eye of my dwelling?
For the winds the heaven had screamed
Have howled in and brushed out my little piece of painting.

Has the painting been done yet,
The painting that dwelt on the blinded eye of mine?
For my tears have rolled out and I’ve screamed the winds out,
I fear that my painting would be raptured apart!


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