Painting(Poem)

The pale waters
of the board
were colored by
the spectral starry paints.

Canvas
turned from
a haunted hill house
to a wanted sunset sea
or a tea.

From morn
to eventide
winds dried
the wet wishes
of the paint.

The trees in the scene
though
were dull and bleeding
with boredom.

and the shrub
with no relevance
akin to a deleted tweet
but again has this
hunger of a rumor
ready to spread its rage.

The Couple and the cottage
have no relevance as such
except to break the bareness.

however
Mr. Gilbert
the old man in the park
do have a role in this
with his cracked hat.

To show the
sentiment
of family man
and the smoker art
and televise the personality
of whosoever watches it.


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